Douluo Saiyan Legend

"This is my martial soul."

Wukong presented the golden cudgel to everyone's eyes.

A two-meter-long stick with a golden phoenix wrapped around its edges and a fiery red carving with a dragon pattern in the middle appeared in Wukong's palm.

At this time, everyone present felt a kind of divine pressure.

In particular, Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer and the old man's Stick Spirit both seemed to feel the innate fear of things that were stronger than themselves.

Just like mice are naturally afraid of cats.

Dai Mubai didn't feel anything at all, he just had a sense of crisis.

Perhaps because of the beast martial soul, the pressure from the bloodline aura was not as severe as the weapon martial soul.

"Stick martial spirit? That shouldn't be the case." Dai Mubai asked doubtfully.

The weapon soul is not like the beast soul. The physique of the beast soul master is more or less better than that of the weapon soul master.

But Wukong is a weapon soul or a stick. No matter what, he can't kill himself instantly with one punch.

"This!" The old man exclaimed.

"This martial spirit actually has a natural suppressive power over my martial spirit. Could it be that this is the top martial spirit!"

The old man was overjoyed. This time he had recruited a monster among monsters to the academy. What does it mean to have a top-level martial spirit?

This means that the future is quite limitless. If you have a top-level martial soul, your innate soul power will definitely not be bad.

Short-sighted, this old man knew the highest realm of martial arts, and he probably only knew top-level martial arts, and did not know that there were god-level martial spirits.

"It seems that I can ask Flanders for more salary this time." The old man said secretly.

Tang San was the only one, and his face was still so ugly. The only thing he expected to be able to turn Wukong on now was the Clear Sky Hammer and the hidden weapon. But now that the Clear Sky Hammer was directly suppressed by his martial spirit, it could do more or less harm to him. The only means of harm is hidden weapons.

Dai Mubai's words had calmed down a bit because of Wukong's martial spirit. To put it bluntly, he thought he could fight Wukong.

It's gone, it's definitely gone!

Wukong looked at the unseen eyes of the people around him and smiled shamelessly.

Hua Hua Hua~

Wukong's soul power surged violently, and three ten thousand-year-old soul rings as black as ink slowly appeared around him.

Suddenly a black light appeared, and the three black ten thousand year soul rings gave people a strong visual impact.

Everyone present except Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened and their hearts twitched.

Can't help but take a breath.

I couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes.

The three soul rings are all ten thousand years old, and he also has a top-level martial soul. If he has such a big papermaking ability at a young age, he still doesn't know how high he will be in the future.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw these three soul rings, he felt very uncomfortable. Originally, he was ready to accept them, but now he still feels a little uncomfortable if he actually sees them.

If it weren't for himself, he would have five soul rings on his body now.

"It's all my fault." Zhu Zhuqing's face tightened, and he felt very depressed, feeling a little sorry for Wukong.

Wukong also noticed Zhu Zhuqing's ugly expression and quickly put away his soul ring.

"It seems that this girl still has some barriers in her heart and needs to regain her strength as soon as possible." Wukong thought to himself.

After Wukong put away his soul ring.

The words "How is this possible?" are now echoing in everyone's hearts.

In their opinion, the most perfect soul ring ratio for a soul master is nothing more than yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and black.

But the monster in front of me seems to have reversed the order of the soul rings.

Even Ning Rongrong, the eldest lady who hangs out with two super Douluo every day, is extremely shocked in her beautiful eyes.

His first soul ring was ten thousand years, and his first soul ring was the soul ring obtained by an ordinary soul master at level .

Not to mention the second soul ring, the black color shining on it seems to be stronger than the first soul ring, and there is also a vague feeling of the power of destruction.

If he is allowed to grow up, how terrifying will he become in the future, a titled Douluo?I'm afraid it's more than that.

The last bit of fighting passion in Dai Mubai's heart was gone.

He originally thought that Wukong had a soul power of level 30, and his martial soul was like a stick, but he had a top-notch beast martial soul, and his soul power level was also the best among soul masters at level 37, so he could definitely fight with him. call taxi.

But now, one's most basic first soul ring is worth more years than one's three soul rings combined.

Is it comparable?

"It seems that this guy is not a good person. Why don't you use your status as a prince to suppress him?" Dai Mubai was thinking about his little plan in his heart.

If Wukong knew about it, he would definitely laugh to death and return the favor to the prince. Even if Emperor Xingluo comes, he will be beaten like me!

If you get too anxious, the Star Luo Empire will be overthrown!

Tang San has almost doubted life. They are both time travellers, and they came from the same hometown. They are both born with full soul power. He himself is also a twin martial soul. There is no reason to practice slower than Wukong, but now they are separated. The gap is no longer small.

"How is it possible! Why am I worse than him even though I have been cultivated by the teacher's theory of invincibility!" Tang San echoed this sentence over and over again in his heart, and kept questioning himself: "Is he born to be higher than me? Someone?"

"No! The general outline of the Tang Sect has said that as long as it is determined to be an enemy, there is no need to hold back!"

"Sun Wukong, just wait! Today is the day you die. If you don't die today, I, Tang San, will be incompetent!" Tang San clenched his fists and swore a poisonous oath in his heart.

He has already made the Dragon Beard Needle and is fully confident of killing Wukong.

This was Tang San's confidence, but he didn't know that his so-called confidence would bring him physical and mental suffering.

Dragon Beard Needle kills Wukong?

How can this be?

In the original world, there were countless bullets that were more powerful than the Dragon Beard Needle. If they hit Kakarot, they would only feel a slight pain, let alone you, a little hairy needle.

The old man has been interviewing for many years. He has seen geniuses, but he has never seen a monster among geniuses like Wukong.

"You...how did you do that?"

"This shouldn't be the case. The maximum endurance limit of a soul master's first soul ring is only a few hundred years. How did you manage to absorb the first soul ring for ten thousand years!" The old man held Wukong's hand with a slight trembling. asked him in disbelief.

After living for such a long time, his first spirit ring was a ten-year spirit ring. Seeing this person's ten thousand year spirit ring would definitely be a little irritating.

If I could pry out some techniques and secrets for absorbing soul rings from him, I would die without regrets in this life.

"Uh." Wukong was a little confused.

Just ask, don't hold my hand.

"Maybe, I am the chosen one."

"Referred to as God's biological son, that's it!" Wukong boasted shamelessly.

Everyone also retreated from the state of shock just now. You want to ask why?

I simply can't stand this guy bragging so shamelessly, so what's wrong with his talent?

How can he be so shameless if he has great talent?

Wukong: Sorry, good talent means you can be shameless.

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