Douluo: Peerless Light.

Only the remaining Super Douluo reacted.

He no longer cared about the oracle left by the great and bright Lord Seagod.

Also ignoring the old patriarch who didn't know whether his family was alive or dead below, he turned around and rushed out in the opposite direction of the previous Super Douluo's fleeing direction, also flashing a brilliant stream of light in the air.

The eight titled Douluo were only stunned for a moment.

What greeted them was crushed by a terrifying hammer with a section diameter of two meters.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With just one hammer, a series of explosions sounded directly in mid-air, and eight clusters of blood mist instantly appeared.

With Lord Zhentian's current cultivation base and combat strength, it is enough to kill this bunch of rubbish titles who don't even have much actual combat experience.

God test is a good thing.

This can help geniuses reach their instinctive upper limit faster, and try to break this upper limit.

At the same time, it can also help the waste to reach a position that does not belong to him, forcibly walking side by side with the genius.

But obviously, these dead guys are not in the realm of genius.

They haven't seen enough in front of Lord Zhentian.

"It ran pretty fast."

Lord Zhentian took back the exploded soul bone and storage soul guide and muttered, looking at the two black spots that were getting smaller and smaller in the distance.

In just two seconds, they had already soared thousands of meters, bursting out at the strongest speed they had ever experienced in their lives, which directly surpassed the speed of sound by several times.

"However, it's still too young!"

The Lord Zhentian laughed without a smile on his face, and swiped fiercely in the air with his left hand, and the Dragon Soul Haotian Hammer in his right hand slammed forward fiercely.

An unstable space channel intertwined with silver white and pitch black suddenly appeared in front of him.

One of the Super Douluo, who was frantically fleeing in a hurry, bumped out of this space passageway with a dazed expression on his face.

He just kept flying forward with all his might.

But suddenly a space crack appeared in front of him.

There was no time to turn or dodge, and he bumped into it head-on.

What greeted him was the Dragon Soul Clear Sky Hammer that could shatter space, and the same fate as those before.

"boom!"

There was another cloud of blood mist slowly falling down in the air.

Monarch Zhentian also has four more good-quality soul bones and a storage soul guide in his hands.

"Why do these people come to trouble me?"

Monarch Zhentian thought in his heart, kept his hands on, doing the same thing as before.

One pull, one hammer.

The last Super Douluo of the Seagod family died, but only contributed two spirit bones.

"These poor ghosts are here to rob, right?"

Lord Zhentian looked at the collapsed hill, thoughtful.

After getting used to the huge wealth of the Clear Sky School and the huge wealth of the Immortal Empire, this Limit Douluo from more than 600 years ago has undergone some subtle changes in his values.

Moreover, he has no specific concept of the general amount of wealth of the titled Douluo on the current Douluo Continent.

Theoretically speaking, each of the titled Douluo of the Seagod Clan is counted as one, and they can all be called local tyrants, and they are not ordinary local tyrants.

Each of the Title Douluo had a suitable high-quality ten-thousand-year soul bone, and the three Super Douluo produced nine soul bones, one of which was 10-year-old.

Plus a lot of resources such as heaven and earth treasures, gold soul coins, and rare metals in a pile of storage soul guides, how can this be compared to the poor ghost?
But in Lord Zhentian's opinion
Well, it is indeed a poor ghost.

The soul bone is basically one piece per capita in the Undead Empire, as long as the soul master with the cultivation level of the soul king or above has at least one piece.

The elite fighters of those human battle groups each started with at least two yuan, and many of them who made outstanding contributions also had 10-year-old spirit bones.

Qian Chaoguang robbed the Dragon Tomb in the front, and later won the allegiance of the Far North and the Star Forest, and went to the other two continents to "scavenge waste".

Two continents and two super large soul beast gathering areas have accumulated soul bones for tens of thousands of years. How many soul bones can there be?
With this preconceived notion, it is not a big problem for King Zhentian to say that they are poor ghosts.

What's more funny is that until now, except for Sea Dragon Douluo, all the people who came to "rescue" have died.

This somewhat confused Lord Zhentian still doesn't know the true identity of the Sea God family and what they are here for.

Nothing.

Compared with the crushing combat power, it is not so easy to change compared with the fighting habits developed over 600 years.

Previously, he was in the category of sparring with the nine elders headed by Potian Douluo, so he kept his hand on purpose.

The Poseidon family came here with killing intent, that is a complete battle, there is no need to hold back, it will be over in a second.

Only the dead are safest.

Therefore, the entire process from the opponent's attack to the present situation did not even take five seconds.

The instant explosive power of these former monarchs is not comparable to that of normal soul masters.

Those Haotianzong disciples who watched the whole battle above only knew that there were a few enemies coming.

But before they could see the figures clearly, they were all killed by their ancestors.

Those Haotianzong disciples who fell all over the place didn't even know what happened above.

There was a loud bang, a few hammerings, and then nothing else.

Several elders still held their heads up, waiting eagerly for the ancestors to throw people down.

Regarding the loud noise, they just thought it was some unlucky bastard who aroused the anger of the ancestors, and the angry ancestors smashed down a mountain to vent their anger.

This situation did not happen two days ago.

That's how the few small hills that have disappeared in the distance have disappeared.

Only the Heaven-shattering Monarch with the highest cultivation level vaguely captured the whole story.

It seemed that a Limit Douluo brought someone to find fault, but the ancestor beat him up within five seconds without even scum left.

Only a few clusters of blood mist were left floating in the air.

There is no real scum left.

"Crash! Crash!"

On the ground, among the shattered hills, Sea Dragon Douluo struggled to rush up from the ground again.

The thousand-meter dragon's body is still tall and straight, but its aura has declined a lot compared to before.

Just now the King Zhentian beat him with a hammer, and he almost didn't come up in one breath.

If he hadn't protected his body with soul power in time, and cast a defensive soul skill to immunize part of the physical damage, the hammer just now might really have killed him.

His own physical condition is no longer at its peak.

In addition, he just barely advanced to Limit Douluo just now, and his aura is extremely vain.

In terms of comprehensive combat power, it is simply incomparable with normal Limit Douluo.

It can only be said that the unwarranted arrogance of the self-holding hermit family is like this.

Thought it was 1 years ago?

But any Limit Douluo who understands the general trend of the world will not have this kind of thinking that Lao Tzu is invincible as soon as he advances.

High above the sky, Sea Dragon Douluo roared and charged towards Lord Zhentian.

At this time, his pair of dragon eyes were as red as blood, and his whole body exuded a strong sense of sadness and killing intent.

Although he was blasted into the ground by Lord Zhentian just now, his perception is still uninterrupted.

The strong space vibration allowed Sea Dragon Douluo to have a clear perception of the battle situation.

His younger generations were bombarded one after another like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, without even a chance to resist.

These are the elite of the Seagod family!
Except for him, all the top fighters died at the hands of one person, how could Sea Dragon Douluo not be angry?
The countless hatreds superimposed together made his whole body tremble unconsciously, erupting with a stronger force than before.

"Master Sea God, bless your believers!"

All of a sudden, the divine power sent by Tang San in violation of the regulations erupted brazenly, and bright lights and shadows erupted from Sea Dragon Douluo's dragon body.

The divine power rendered each scale in a blue-gold color, and the faint fluctuations of the god level were constantly brewing.

In Sea Dragon Douluo's current situation, if he forcibly absorbed divine power into his body, he would surely die no matter what.

The result of waiting for him in the end will be that the resonant soul core cannot bear the strength of the divine power, which will cause the soul core to disintegrate and explode to death.

If it is a yin and yang complementary soul core, there is still a chance to save it.

As long as the average diversion of divine power is included in refining, not only will there be no crisis, but it will be a blessing in disguise.

But, he didn't.

No matter what the consequences were, Sea Dragon Douluo couldn't care less.

Anger had already dazzled his not-so-intelligent mind, and he vowed to fight the King Zhentian desperately.

Sovereign Zhentian raised his eyebrows, and lifted the Dragon Soul Clear Sky Hammer once again, with an incomparably weird expression on his face.

He couldn't understand why he had already shown such a strong strength, which was far beyond the limit Douluo at first glance, why the other party didn't run away, but fought hard with him instead?

What's wrong with this?
Um.
This actually can't blame Sea Dragon Douluo for being stupid.

After all, the habit of fighting in the underworld for many years made the Lord Zhentian habitually absorb every ounce of his strength.

As long as he didn't take the initiative to release it, unless his cultivation base surpassed him, the opponent would not be able to perceive any coercion and breath at all.

In addition, the major of the undead creature is the soul, and there is no fluctuation in the soul power of the body.

Therefore, Sea Dragon Douluo didn't perceive the corresponding realm aura and power fluctuations on Lord Zhentian at all.

It is only as if he used some secret method to forcibly obtain powerful power in a short period of time.

Isn't he right now?

can only say.
The soul system is indeed quite suitable for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger on the Douluo Continent.

"Roar! I want you to die!"

Sea Dragon Douluo roared out a rolling dragon chant, several spirit rings on his body flashed alternately, and the violent blue-gold light condensed into a crazily spinning drill.

This kind of powerful aftershock shock has already torn the space into black cracks, surpassing the usual limit-breaking attack.

"What a mess."

Monarch Zhentian muttered something, casually swung the Dragon Soul Haotian Hammer, and it was a dull hammer forward.

In his hands, the gigantic and terrifying hammer was as dexterous as a carpenter's one-handed hammer for smashing nails. The hammer head suddenly brought a series of dark red hammer shadows in the air.

Just when the attacks of the two sides were about to come into contact, an anxious female voice came from far and near.

"Senior Zhentian hammered down to stay"

"boom!"

The dark red hammer head was in close contact with the blue gold drill bit, and the violent roar resounded throughout the entire Haotian School.

The strong shock wave slammed into the surroundings violently, blowing the disciples on the main peak who were watching the fun together.

This is also the reason why Daming took a timely action to weaken most of the shock wave.

Otherwise, with just this aftermath, the group of disciples on the main peak would be seriously injured if not killed.

Lord Zhentian froze in place in a daze, watching in a daze as Hai Long Douluo was hit by himself with a hammer until his martial spirit shattered, and was smashed back to the ground again by the terrifying impact.

He did hear it just now, and he reacted very quickly.

At the last moment, he held back part of his strength in time, and didn't completely release that tyrannical limit-breaking blow.

but.
It's useless for him to keep this matter away!

This can't hold back Sea Dragon Douluo bumping himself up!
".bone."

The last word that Wang Dong yelled out has only now fully popped out, following her.

Lord Zhentian withdrew his Dragon Soul Clear Sky Hammer, and said a little embarrassedly: "I withdrew my strength, but he bumped into it by himself. I really can't do anything about it. Wang Dong, what is the origin of this group of people?"

"Daddy said he looks like someone from the Sea God family, but he's not sure." Wang Dong replied with some hesitation, "Let's go down and have a look first."

"okay."

Lord Zhentian responded, and floated down together with Wang Dong.

After arriving below, the two looked at Sea Dragon Douluo whose body had been distorted to the point of deformation, suddenly speechless, not knowing what to say.

There is no doubt that the hammer just now has completely wiped out all the vitality in his body, and really sent this old man who had half a foot in the coffin into the coffin.

Shocking cracks spread all over Sea Dragon Douluo's body, cracking everywhere like pieces of porcelain from a Ru kiln.

The blood was trickling out, and a pool of blood had already been formed here.

"Waste, what a waste!"

Wang Dong pulled out the murderous knife Cuihuayu, peeled off the flesh and blood of Sea Dragon Douluo's corpse with great heartache, took out five high-quality spirit bones from them, and washed them clean.

There are also two 10-year-old pieces.

Soul bones are very strange.

It is not so much a bone that exists physically, but rather an energy condensate bearing the imprint of spirit bone skills.

Although Sea Dragon Douluo's corpse looked barely complete on the outside, the inside had already been smashed to pieces with a hammer from the King Zhentian.

Even the bones were shattered into a mass of mud.

The originally absorbed soul bone was restored to a solidified energy state, separated from the bone debris, and then condensed and formed in the air.

It looks like new.

After putting away the storage soul guide, Wang Dong also collected the muddy flesh and blood in a special container, filling it into a jar similar to an urn.

"What waste?" Lord Zhentian was a little puzzled, "What are you doing with all this rotten meat? What's the use of it?"

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[There are still the last [-] words to save, and now the left hand has recovered more than half, I hope it will get better tomorrow, at least it will not hurt so much, let me recover some writing ability] (end of this chapter)