Douluo: I can hear Qian Renxue's voice

"Is this the martial spirit Dapeng of His Highness the Fourth Prince?"

Zhilin, who was behind Xue Beng, looked at the roc bird martial spirit flapping its wings behind Xue Beng, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"It's really a powerful existence that everyone looks at."

The three people from Wuhun Hall in the distance.

The thin man who had always seemed careless suddenly noticed that the leading man's breath was confused for a moment.

"what happened?"

The silent man who had been silent also glanced at the leading man.

"fine."

The leading man's voice was calm. He had just seen Xue Beng summoning the roc bird spirit.

That powerful and majestic appearance made his heart tremble.

What a powerful martial spirit.

The leading man looked at the Dapeng Bird Martial Spirit with longing and envy in his heart.

Such a martial spirit might be able to...

The idea that was originally very certain was shaken by the appearance of the Dapeng Bird Spirit.

Green Shadow Sword Feather Eagle looked at the phantom of the roc bird behind Xue Beng, and the pressure suddenly doubled. At this time, the pressure on the vines that bound him seemed to disappear, and an irresistible pressure came from within his body.

The thought of surrender arises uncontrollably in my heart.

At this time, the temperament of Xue Beng who summoned the Dapeng Bird Spirit also changed.

Sharp, aloof, chic, and...noble.

Those dazzling eyes looked at Qingying Sword Feather Eagle with contempt and smiled coldly.

"Now, you can die."

Then, Xue Beng circulated his soul power in his arm, and with a wave of his hand, he directly penetrated Qingying Sword Feather Eagle's head.

The Green Shadow Sword Feather Eagle died without making any movement, and then, a bright yellow soul ring slowly emerged from its body.

Seeing the soul ring appear, Zhilin smiled lightly and said, "Your Highness, hurry up and absorb the soul ring."

Xue Beng nodded.

"Senior Lao Zhilin is here."

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, adjusting his breathing slightly, he began to use his soul power to absorb the soul ring.

Zhilin looked at Xue Beng who had begun to absorb the soul ring with a smile.

The hunt for the soul ring went so smoothly this time, and they didn't even go too deep into the search.

With a wave of his hand, the Sky Star Vine appeared, and the next second, the tree-digging rabbit's body was caught in Zhilin's hand.

Even the ingredients for the celebration are ready.

"here we go."

Hearing the words of the leading man, the other two also became curious.

Although I knew it was impossible, I still subconsciously wanted to know whether the avalanche could succeed.

At this time, the soul ring of Qingying Sword Feather Eagle had been attracted by the avalanche, and was slowly attached to the Dapeng bird martial soul.

Xue Beng felt very comfortable. He could feel the warm soul power washing over his whole body, and he could also feel the strangeness coming from the Dapeng Bird Martial Soul, which was probably the feeling of generating soul skills.

Xue Beng thought in his mind, but gradually, the warm soul power coming from the Qingying Sword Feather Eagle soul ring got hotter and hotter, and finally Xue Beng felt like soaking in magma, and the pain was excruciating.

At the same time, Zhilin observed that Xue Beng's clothes were gradually getting wet with sweat, and the look on his face became unnatural.

Probably because the soul ring is older, it is more difficult to absorb it.

Zhilin didn't realize that something was wrong at this time.

what happened!Why does it hurt so much!

Xue Beng sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't stop anymore. The soul power from the soul ring was like a volcanic eruption, constantly impacting Xue Beng's body.

"what!!!"

Xue Beng, who closed his eyes to absorb the soul ring, let out a low roar of pain, his expression ferocious from the pain, and even his skin began to bleed slightly.

Now that the situation was like this, Zhilin naturally realized something was wrong.

what happened?

Seeing the avalanche covered in blood, Zhilin suddenly felt a terrible thought.

Is it possible...

He instantly pulled Qingying Jianyuying's body to him and inspected it carefully.

"This...this is!"

Seeing the slightly invisible scar on the tail of the Qingying Sword Feather Eagle, Zhilin was shocked.

As a Contra, his eyes widened.

"This, this blue shadow sword-feathered eagle is at least a 500-year-old soul beast!"

His expression now completely fell in the eyes of the leader of Wuhun Hall.

"Did you find it, but it's too late."

This blue shadow sword-feathered eagle has a spirit beast that is 520 years old, which just exceeds the maximum age limit set by Bibi Dong.

I don't know if it's a coincidence.

This was the only soul beast they found suitable for Xue Beng in a short period of time. The others were either inappropriate or were of an older age.

The leading man looked at Xue Beng who was covered in blood. He could even see many abnormal bulges on Xue Beng's body, which were caused by the blockage of soul power.

It seemed that he had no luck in enduring this blue-shadowed sword-feathered eagle.

The leading man was thinking complicatedly.

What a pity for the Dapeng Bird Martial Spirit.

Zhilin felt very guilty because he had overestimated his expectations and was carried away by the surprise from the sky. He hastily let Xue Beng absorb the soul ring without even checking it carefully.

"How good is this!"

Zhilin looked at Xue Beng in confusion.

If he rescued Xue Beng now, the two soul powers would conflict, and all the meridians in Xue Beng's body would become useless. Let alone practicing in the future, he would not even be able to act like a normal person.

But if he didn't take action... Xue Beng would die.

It seemed that he was really in danger of dying.

Zhilin shook his head bitterly and decided to take action. As for what happened next, he was willing to accept any punishment.

"Your Highness, I can't help you anymore."

Zhilin walked to Xue Beng and said sadly.

At the same time, he was running his soul power to prepare for action.

"If you are going to take action, then this kid will definitely be ruined, but he is lucky to be able to save his life."

When the leading man saw this scene, he said coldly: "Get ready to retreat..."

However, before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly.

The thin man looked at him strangely.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The leading man ignored him, and his shining white eyes could not hide his majestic expression.

Seeing his expression, the other two people's hearts jumped suddenly. Could it be...

Zhilin was running his soul power in his hands and was about to deliver it to Xue Beng, but he suddenly felt that the soul power that was surging in Xue Beng's physical strength gradually calmed down. The soul ring that was on the verge of collapse gradually solidified. Finally, he successfully trapped Dapeng. Enter the martial spirit.

All this happened as smoothly as if the crisis just now was a joke and dramatic.

The Dapeng bird spirit surrounded by yellow spirit rings looks even more handsome and imposing.

But Zhilin had no time to appreciate this. He looked at Xue Beng worriedly and called softly: "Your Highness, are you okay, Your Highness?"

Xue Beng slowly opened his eyes. His face was pale, his lips were chapped, his eyes were tired and bloodshot, and the bloody look all over his body was indescribably scary.

"I almost...almost...went...to see...the Buddha."

Xue Beng smiled miserably and said weakly.

Zhilin heard Xue Beng's words clearly and paid no attention to the Buddha in his mouth, thinking that Xue Beng was talking nonsense.

"Your Highness, I can't help you."

Looking at Zhilin with guilt-filled eyes, Xue Beng was about to speak, but a wave of weakness came directly to his mind and he fell asleep.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing that Xue Beng was about to fall, Zhilin quickly went up to help him and carefully checked Xue Beng's body with his soul power.

After confirming that nothing was serious, he showed a reassuring smile.

Thank God.

On the other side, the leading man said with a complicated expression: "Withdraw."

The thin man couldn't help but asked curiously: "How's it going?"

The leading man had already turned around and left, but there was still a voice.

"He succeeded."

At this moment, even the silent man, who had always had a calm expression, widened his eyes, and the thin man even expanded his mouth in an exaggerated manner.

They just heard something.

It...succeeded.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, and finally the thin man smiled helplessly to himself.

"God is so unfair."