Douluo's Fate Modification System

In the center of the rift valley, there is a huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of miles.

Without the protection of the invincible formation, the fragile ground simply cannot withstand such a level of collision.

Thousands of miles above the sky, Xia Ling crossed a thousand meters in one step, and instantly appeared in front of the old man of the Zheng family.

"A mouse that hides its head and shows its tail!"

The Dragon Fist covered with the Red Dawn Battle Armor blasted out from the front, seeming to crush the whole world towards him.

Previously, Xia Ling was afraid of directly destroying the Sun Moon Continent, so he didn't dare to use it with all his strength.

Now high in the sky, he hit his peak blow without reservation.

With this punch, the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and the moon were overturned. Even the real god king dared not collide with it head-on.

The complacent expression of the old man of the Zheng family hadn't disappeared, but it turned into horror in an instant.

"How could you be so powerful!"

He was about to ask.

But he has no chance.

The current Xia Ling's combat strength is even stronger than the Asura God who fought in the God Realm, so how can he, who is forced to rise up by relying on foreign objects, be able to compete against it?

With just one punch, the timid old man of the Zheng family was instantly blasted into nothingness.

It is true that the Holy Spirit and the creatures parasitized by them have powerful recovery abilities.

But it also depends on whom.

Punch it into nothingness, no matter how strong your recovery power is, it will be useless.

Unless he can have the recovery ability at the level of law, it is not enough to look at in front of Xia Ling.

Except for the old man from the Zhao family who had strength comparable to Bibi Dong and Zhu Zhuqing, the rest of them who had been promoted by that evil power could be said to be completely weak.

Not to mention facing Xia Ling who was attacking with all his strength, even Hu Liena, who had the weakest attack power among them, could easily defeat them.

Qian Renxue descended from the sky with the holy angel sword in her hand, like a ray of holy light piercing through the roaring holy spirit.

The pure sacred power arouses the sacred fire of the sun, burning all the evil in the world.

The Asura Excalibur in Zhu Zhuqing's hand erupted with terrifying sword light, and half of his arm had already been cut off before the Holy Spirit came to him.

She transformed into three clones in the middle of the battlefield, and the blood-red Shura sword energy was invincible in the battlefield, like a humanoid meat grinder.

Any enemy that enters her attack range will be mercilessly strangled.

Bibi Dong wielded the Scythe of Destruction in his hand, making terrifying slashes, and the scepter of Destruction shone brightly, injuring the old man of the Zhao family almost instantly.

Although the old man of the Zhao family is powerful, he has just been promoted after all, and he has no time to adapt to his strength.

In addition, Bibi Dong was holding a super divine weapon and an ordinary divine weapon, which amplified her own combat power infinitely.

All kinds of factors were added up, and the old man of the Zhao family could only retreat steadily, and he did not dare to attack Bibi Dong at all.

On the other side of the battlefield, the demon god's battle body was like a god descending to earth.

The scimitar with the Phoenix True Fire is opened and closed, and each blow can directly evaporate a large amount of evil power.

Fierce flame slashes erupted with him as the center, and he still had enough energy to fight the three-headed Holy Spirit alone.

Above the battlefield, Tang San's Seagod Trident was radiant, continuously swaying out one after another sea blue light circles.

The number one control in the God Realm is by no means in vain.

The indeterminate storm seemed to have eyes, so that the violent holy spirit could only be furious in the air, unable to display his strength at all.

Yan, who had inherited the throne of Earth God, was extremely domineering at this time, and now he could even trade wounds for wounds and blood for blood with two Holy Spirits at the same time.

The huge lava fist smashed down hard, hammering the enemy continuously in the air.

On Yan's side and rear, Oscar also swung his divine fist, and every strike was like a galaxy hanging upside down.

If you rub it, you will be injured, if you touch it, you will die.

The few old men who were forcibly promoted did not dare to confront him head-on, and were kicked out in the air like rats crossing the street.

After only the second collision, there was already a crushing situation in the high-altitude battlefield.

These guys who were forcibly promoted and the brainless Holy Spirit are not the enemies of the gods of the Wuhun Temple at all.

Black blood rained continuously in the air.

Xia Ling didn't dare to let these things that might have the power of pollution fall on the ground, and cast the domain to cover the entire battlefield, purifying all the spilled flesh and blood.

If it weren't for the Holy Spirit's extremely strong self-recovery ability, this battle would almost be over.

Six of the seven old men who were invincible before were instantly killed in just a few rounds.

They were scared out of their wits, even Dai Mubai was inferior, they didn't have the courage to fight to the death.

Even if the weak become gods, they are still weak.

This doesn't change just because you've lived for thousands of years.

At this moment, the inner strength and weakness are vividly reflected.

The Wuhundian side shot with all their strength without reservation.

The joint attacks of several gods almost drained away the energy of heaven and earth for thousands of miles around, forming a vacuum zone.

Elements and divine power danced in the air, colliding with the evil power of the holy spirit, bursting out small elemental storms one after another.

The space is cracking, and the law is trembling.

The various forces colliding violently have already caused a powerful tsunami even at an altitude of [-] meters.

For the first time since its birth, Douluo Xing has endured such a powerful divine battle.

"No! How is this possible! How could you be so powerful!"

The old man of the Zhao family fled from Bibi Dong's grasp, looking towards the Wuhun Hall in horror.

Now he has long lost the arrogance that he had just ridiculed Xia Ling.

One of his arms was missing, and there was a wound running through his abdomen.

The terrifying destructive power sticks to the wound like tarsal maggots, preventing the regeneration of evil power.

The arrogance and indifference on the face of the old man of the Zhao family disappeared without a trace, and he could not see the slightest trace of his previous appearance on the high platform pointing Jiangshan lightly.

Some are just intense fear and despair.

The battle broke out in less than 10 minutes. Except for the seven-headed holy spirits who were still struggling with their powerful recovery abilities, the rest of the old men had already been beaten to death.

The companion who had known him for thousands of years died so quietly before his eyes, without even a trace of injury erupting.

Just yesterday, they were delusional about being able to rule the Douluo Planet as vassals of the Saint Race, and even rule the God Realm, becoming gods with unlimited life and powerful strength.

Now, other than him, like Dai Mubai and Yu Xiaogang they looked down upon, they have all turned into dead bones in the tomb.

With the help of the holy clan, they have planned a plan for thousands of years, which is as ridiculous as a child's toy in front of the Wuhun Temple.

The gods of the Wuhun Temple who were fighting in the field did not even pay any substantial price, they had already trampled them down like crushing ants.

Xia Ling's eyes were indifferent, and the pale golden dragon flame behind him condensed into a phantom of a real dragon.

"The Seven Great Families? That's all."

Facing Xia Ling's questioning, the old man of the Zhao family opened his mouth, but felt that his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak a word.

For him, this is questioning and counterattack.

But to Xia Ling, this was just a statement.

He was terrified.

He wants to run.

However, Xia Ling's consciousness, which was as sharp as a knife, had locked him firmly.

As long as he moves slightly, he will definitely be decapitated.

"Ow!"

A shrill roar came.

It was the last sound of a holy spirit being strangled by Zhu Zhuqing's Shura blood sword before dying.

After nearly 15 minutes of high-frequency attacks, the energy in this Holy Spirit's body has been completely exhausted, and there is no possibility of recovery.

After forcefully taking Zhu Zhuqing's move, he was completely crushed.

"boom!"

A roar sounded, and the powerful shock wave couldn't help but make the old man of the Zhao family shrink his neck.

This was an incomparably domineering punch from Oscar, a fist that was powerful enough to pierce through the Milky Way and directly blast a Holy Spirit into scum.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The sound was heard five times in a row, and the sky was dyed black with black blood, and then purified into nothingness by the powerful divine power of the gods.

The seven holy spirits and the six human beings indulging in the dream of the gods all disappeared into this world.

The eight people surrounded the only remaining old man of the Zhao family, and the artifact in their hands was ready to be activated at any time.

"town!"

A Chinese character spit out from Xia Ling's mouth.

The old man of the Zhao family suddenly felt his body sink, as if he was carrying the whole world on his back, which almost made him unable to straighten up.

"Trash, even if you live for 1000 years, betray your compatriots and become a traitor, you are still a waste."

"Let me see what secrets are hidden in your dirty soul."

Xia Ling's consciousness condensed into a huge bayonet, piercing through the sea of ​​consciousness of the old man of the Zhao family in an instant.

Leaving him till the end is just for soul searching without any hidden dangers.

At this moment, the mutation suddenly rose.

A black evil flame suddenly burned on the body of the old man of the Zhao family, which directly cut off a strand of Xia Ling's consciousness.

This is simply incredible.

It is no exaggeration to call his mental strength the No. 1 in the world, and he has the strength to compete with him.

"Sure enough, a lowly race like humans is unreliable. If I had ignited the fire of life earlier to show me the way, why would I need to be so troublesome? Fortunately, I was prepared early, but it was later in the evening."

The strange tone like the whisper of an evil god resounded around the space, and the source was the black flame ignited in the head of the old man of the Zhao family.

Wuhundian and others did not dare to act rashly.

This unknown force is too strange, it is better to be cautious.

Suddenly, the black flames burned more and more powerfully, burning the old man of the Zhao family into a ball of ashes within a few breaths.

This mass of ashes is constantly changing, forming a tangible and intangible black portal in the air.

In the next second, everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes.

A humanoid monster with two horns on its head and purple black scales on its body has already appeared in the air.

"I didn't expect that there is still a cultivator in this weak world. It's incredible."

The humanoid monster had a harmless expression, staring at Xia Ling in front of him, his words were full of disdain.

"It's a pity that there is no realm but no strength. This is the first time I've seen such a weak cultivator. Your existence should be able to add some achievements to this young man's coming-of-age ceremony."

Xia Ling's face was gloomy, and the knuckles of his right hand clenched into a fist kept cracking.

The huge killing intent condensed into substance, and the flame of hatred in his heart had risen ragingly.

Even Xia Ling's closest people had never seen such an angry look.

"Oh? We know each other? You seem to have a strong intention to kill me?"

"Capital...Slater!"

These five words seemed to be squeezed out between the teeth, and each word was filled with a strong killing intent.

Those scenes that had been buried deep in the memory once again surfaced in front of my eyes, and the actions of a large number of supernatural beings using their lives to buy time seemed to have happened yesterday.

"Huh? You've heard of my grandfather's name? My father and I are indeed very similar in appearance to my grandfather. It's normal for you to misidentify the existence of a lower race. Dutong, this is really the honor and title I dream of. But I'm sorry, I'm not my grandfather, my name is Gu Lei."

"If grandfather is here in person, with a single thought, your entire planet will be wiped out. Even if his old man casts a single projection, it will be enough to conquer a universe. It is simply not something lowly races like yours can compete with."

Gu Lei's expression was still arrogant, disdainful, and conceited, exactly the same as that of Slater back then.

But only without Xia Ling's coldness when he met Slater in the last world, there was a touch of playfulness.

"Accordingly, you shouldn't be able to know these news. Maybe it was the golden Bi An who was chased and killed by the elders of my clan to the point of panic, telling you? I smell him from you. Tsk tsk, What a proud creature who would rather die than be part of our family."

"Are you the so-called disorderly creature?"

Xia Ling recalled some secret news that the system told him that night in the Star Dou Forest more than ten years ago.

In retrospect, the system's behavior at the time seems a little strange, not like something that artificial intelligence would do.

"Hahahahahahahaha, I didn't expect that Golden Bi An to tell you so many things, and even let you in this remote place know the name of my disordered race."

Gu Lei smiled unscrupulously, as if he didn't pay attention to the several god-level powerhouses surrounding him at all.

"I didn't expect the so-called God Realm to be quite resistant. It was able to withstand the attack of my subordinates for so long without retreating. It's a pity, it's still better than Ben Shaoqi. I want to see today. What kind of secret is the little Douluo star protecting you hiding?"

"Snapped."

A crisp sound resounded, and several openings appeared in the sky.

A whole seven disordered creatures leaped out from the inside, and they all exuded god-level aura.

In terms of overall momentum, it even faintly overwhelms the gods.

The eyes of the gods of the Wuhun Temple suddenly became serious, and Xia Ling told all the information he knew in the team channel.

The creatures of the disordered race are all natural weapons for fighting, and they are not comparable to the so-called holy spirits and the few old men who were forcibly promoted.

Even Xia Ling felt extremely troubled by Slater's strong physical fitness, top-level combat awareness, and unpredictable methods.

"Oh, what a pity, this planet is too weak, and I can only bring some not-so-smart men to play with you. This young master is a very fair person. If there are eight of you, then we will be eight pairs. Eight."

Gu Lei stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, looking in the direction of Xia Ling.

"You little cultivator, let me play with you personally."

Between the lightning and the flint, the battle of gods broke out again, which was more intense than before.

"Are these guys invading our world!"

The demon god battle body wields two knives, and the scorching phoenix real fire burns the disordered creatures in front of them back again and again, drinking it in the team formation channel.