Douluo: I am going to be invincible

Qianyang shook his head, don't think too much, just feel free to look for a suitable third soul ring now.

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Boom!

Just then Qian Yang heard a rumble from the earth, like the sound of thousands of horses galloping.

Instantly alert, Qianyang summoned her angel wings and flew high into the sky to look at the source of the sound. She saw smoke and dust billowing and trees falling down. A group of soul beasts fled in all directions as if they had been frightened. Among them were even high-level ten thousand year soul beasts.

"What's going on? Beast tide?"

Qianyang was confused when a group of bird soul beasts suddenly flew in front of his eyes, which scared Qianyang and hid quickly.

"In the end what happened…"

Qianyang looked doubtful, but at this moment he found a panicked white swan among the birds. Even in the panic, this white swan still exuded an elegant and noble temperament, just like a human. Like a royal princess, elegant and tranquil.

Qian Yang: “…”

"I went and looked for a soul beast with the ability to detoxify for half a year, but I didn't expect that it came to my door today!"

Qianyang was ecstatic because this white swan was a spirit beast with the ability to detoxify. Not only that, this white swan was also a rare spirit beast that lacked combat power and was considered a mascot.

The white swan in front of you exudes a soft purple shimmer, and is as sacred as an auspicious animal. People can't help but feel a sense of pity, and are reluctant to harm such a beautiful creature.

But Qianyang's eyes were shining at this time. He knew this white swan very well. Before coming, he had read many books about soul beasts. Judging from the shape, it should be a 4-year-old Purple Saint White Swan, which is a very docile creature. The soul beast does not like fighting, and usually likes to stay in its own territory and appreciate its beauty. It has purifying attributes similar to the soul power of the Thousand Suns Angel, which can eliminate some dark negative forces.

Qianyang Jiejie smiled like a wretched uncle who was plotting evil against the little Lolita, and the Purple Saint White Swan was that little Lolita.

"Little darling, come to uncle quickly!!"

The angel wings behind Qian Yang trembled, and they quickly approached the Purple Saint White Swan.

The Purple Saint White Swan suddenly saw a human being with malicious intentions behind him, and chirped a few times, meaning don't come over, I am very powerful.

The Purple Saint White Swan was very fast, and Qianyang struggled to catch up with it.

Although the Purple Saint White Swan does not have much attack power, it has 1 years of cultivation higher than the Scorpion-tailed Tiger, so Qianyang does not underestimate the enemy.

"Drink, the first soul skill, Angel Holy Light!"

In an instant, Qianyang's body was wrapped in a burst of dazzling golden light, like a golden man. His whole body seemed to turn into a comet with a long flame tail and hit the Purple Saint White Swan.

The Purple Saint White Swan looked at the greedy Qian Yang who was attacking from the air and couldn't help but chirp a few times. The slender and elegant body gradually emitted a noble purple holy light. Different from Qian Yang's powerful holy light, this kind of The purple holy light seemed to have no offensive power, like a useless vase.

Suddenly, the purple holy light around the body of the Purple Saint White Swan burst out, and the purple light even enveloped Qian Yang, making him instantly feel as if the soul power in his body was being purified and dissolved by a mysterious force.

Qianyang's expression changed. He didn't have much soul power in his body, and after using the first soul skill, he could only maintain the fighting time for 1 minute. Coupled with this sudden purple holy light, I'm afraid he It's only like 30 seconds.

Looking at the rioting spirit beasts below for unknown reasons, Qianyang secretly said in his heart: "We must hurry up!"

Burning Blood Fang was sacrificed, and Qian Yang stabbed the wings of the Purple Saint White Swan with a merciless punch.

"hold head high!"

The Purple Saint White Swan screamed, and even though it screamed, its voice was still so beautiful.

My beautiful wings were injured by this hateful human being in front of me...

The Purple Saint White Swan's eyes were watery at this time, and she looked pitiful and on the verge of tears. This look could even arouse the protective desire in human hearts, and they could not bear to hurt such a beautiful and noble elf.

"Hahaha, little baby, be my soul ring!"

Qianyang saw that this Purple Saint White Swan was just a silver pewter spear head with 4 years of cultivation but not as strong as the big stupid cat before. He suddenly became excited and waved at it mercilessly, full of bloody evil energy. The Burning Blood Fang is like an evil big bad wolf bullying a kind little sheep.

The Purple Saint White Swan has more and more wounds on its body. It originally wanted to use its natural ability to treat the wounds on its body, but it found that the wounds on its body were extremely weird. There was a blood-burning and bone-burning force traveling through the wounds, hindering its wounds. Healing, and even its soul power were rapidly depleted, and it would soon be unable to hold on as it was pampered.

Qianyang takes advantage of its illness to kill it, because he doesn't have much time and his soul power is about to bottom out.

The Purple Saint White Swan looked at Qian Yang with hatred at this time, and was no longer as holy and elegant as before.

At this time, the Purple Saint White Swan chirped loudly, and purple rings of light spread from its beak.

Qianyang was confused because he did not feel any attack power from these halos, nor did they continue to dissolve his soul power.

But he understood immediately.

As these purple halos dispersed, the rioting spirit beasts on the ground and the birds in the sky immediately turned their attention to the Purple Saint White Swan.

This look is extremely familiar to Qianyang... It was this look when those licking dogs in the previous life looked at their goddess...

He tries his best to please the goddess and make them happy. If the skin of the goddess's feet is broken, he will smash the culprit who caused the goddess's athlete's foot.

The following group of soul beasts are such licking dogs, and this Purple Saint White Swan is their goddess.

The birds in the sky tightly surrounded the Purple Saint White Swan, protecting their goddess from being harmed by the demon in front of her.

The Purple Saint White Swan looked at his fish pond and shouted arrogantly towards Qian Yang, as if stupid humans, be afraid, there are countless powerful male soul beasts behind me!

Looking at the Purple Saint White Swan, Qian Yang could not help but think of a certain drink from his previous life...

"I can't drag it on!"

Qianyang casually punched a certain bird soul beast that was rushing toward him without knowing whether to live or die. Looking at the densely packed dog-licking soul beasts below that were roaring at him, murderous intent burst out, and he was at full power!

"Die!"

"The second soul skill, Angel's Wrath!"

The divine flame burned, pushing Qian Yang's power to its peak.

Rampantly, Qian Yang broke through the flock of birds and rushed towards the Purple Saint White Swan.

Fortunately, there were no ten-thousand-year soul beasts among the birds, otherwise Qianyang would have had no choice but to run away in despair.

Qianyang ignored the attacks of the birds and only had eyes for the big goose.

When Qian Yang was approaching the Purple Saint White Swan, he summoned the black and yellow energy and used his first soul skill on it, to reverse the Yin and Yang.

Then he punched down with all his strength, hitting the Purple Saint White Swan in the head.

With a scratch, the scream of the Purple Saint White Swan stopped, and the purple halo in the air disappeared instantly. This proud and elegant soul beast ended its life like this.

This Purple Saint White Swan is really just a vase. It has 4 years of cultivation but not much offensive power. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Qian Yang to kill the 4-year-old soul beast with one punch.

Ignoring the estrous soul beasts below, Qianyang grabbed the body of the Purple Saint White Swan and flew away directly, finding a quiet place to prepare to absorb the soul ring.

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I wish all readers who read this chapter good luck, good health, fortune and good luck this year!

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