Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 103 The Road to the Future

"Gudu!"

Davis swallowed and almost froze.

What kind of monster is this? It was as if he had suffered a critical hit of points. Suddenly he felt discouraged and his heart was full of powerlessness. The fear of Wang Shenmeng overflowed again, as if he had returned to the dead dog he had been many years ago. Being trampled to the ground by the opponent.

Davis felt a little sad in his heart. He knew that his chance of revenge was getting slimmer and slimmer. He even dared not look directly at the opponent. He only felt as if a large shadow enveloped him, making him unable to even have the courage to be hostile.

Dai Mubai beside him was not much better, with his mouth wide open and his expression a little dazed, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"Your Highness, he is actually the Soul Saint?"

Zhu Zhuyun clenched his fists excitedly and looked at each other with Zhu Zhuqing. Their eyes were full of excitement and admiration. At this moment, Wang Shenmeng's image in their minds was infinitely higher.

"That's great. Your Highness is a level 78 Soul Sage, and his soul power is two levels higher than that of Zhao Wuji. With His Highness' talent, you will definitely win this battle."

Zhu Zhuyun's original nervousness relaxed. She was full of confidence in Wang Shenmeng and felt proud of her choice. This was the man she had chosen. At such a young age, he could already use his own strength to support those around him. A piece of sky.

"Ha, was there a fight early in the morning? Who was it that made our Highness angry?"

A gentle voice came. Qingluan Douluo and Light Ling Douluo appeared beside everyone at some unknown time. They glanced at the two people on the field. Qingluan Douluo shook his head and said, "It turns out that I beat the younger one to provoke the older one." , But this old man’s strength isn’t that great. If he tries to stand up to others, aren’t he afraid of getting himself hurt?”

"People in small places, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, always think that the boss is the boss and he is the second child. The students they teach are not very good in character and are excellent at causing trouble. This is probably a bad habit of teachers who protect their weaknesses."

Light Ling Douluo said coldly: "I've probably never suffered a loss before. No, I'm going to lose it today."

Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing looked at the two people who suddenly appeared in confusion. They looked young, but their tone was not young. Are they also His Highness's followers?

"Four offerings, five offerings!"

Lingyuan Douluo bowed slightly, and seeing the confused looks on Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing's faces, he said calmly: "These two are the enshrined elders of our Wuhun Palace, why don't you pay your respects quickly?"

"Serve the elders?"

The two women looked at each other with surprise on their faces. They had only heard of the elders of Wuhun Palace, but not of the enshrined elders. But as long as they were not honorary elders, they must be powerful titled Douluo people.

"Such a young titled Douluo?"

Zhu Zhuyun was still a little unbelievable, but Lingyuan Douluo said it himself, how could it be false?

Regardless of the shock, the two people bowed deeply: "Zhu Zhuqing (Zhu Zhuyun), pay homage to the two enshrined elders."

"Lingyuan, who are these two girls?"

Qingluan Douluo waved his hand and looked at Lingyuan Douluo.

Lingyuan Douluo briefly introduced the situation of the two girls. Qingluan Douluo smacked his lips and said calmly: "Our Highness is very lucky. He did not do anything, but a beautiful girl threw himself into his arms. Once There are two more. Guang Ling, it’s time for you to be the bad guy again, how are you going to beat them up?"

Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing's faces turned pale, and their hearts were full of anxiety.

These two elders seemed to be opposed to their sisters following His Highness. Even if they only revealed their attitudes, the powerful intimidation from the titled Douluo still filled them with fear.

"Humph, Qingluan, don't go too far. His Highness has officially accepted this girl. If I forcefully break them up, Your Highness will have to break up my old bones. You dare not come forward for obvious things, and you always encourage me. , If you continue to behave like this, don’t blame me for falling out with you."

Guang Ling Douluo did not buy into Qingluan Douluo's account this time, and warned him coldly, but ignored Zhu Zhuyun.

Qingluan Douluo smiled bitterly and said: "I knew you were unreliable, but I didn't expect you to give up so quickly. This is so different from your performance in Wuhun Hall. Where is your domineering power?"

Light Ling Douluo sneered and said: "We agreed to control His Highness together, but you are fishing one by one, always encouraging me to rush to the front and be the first bird. This time you should be the villain after all. That's how you do it." fair."

Qingluan Douluo said: "That's because everyone believes in your strength. Among the seven of us, you are also the most youthful and energetic. Do you expect those old antiques who look like they have half of their necks buried in the ground to come forward? What will it be like, Wuhun Palace? The senior group is disrespectful to the elderly and bullies children collectively? It will make people laugh to death if word spreads."

Light Ling Douluo mocked: "Don't say it so nice. When did you become so shameless? Now His Highness is getting stronger and stronger, and he has a bunch of powerful hidden weapons in his hands. His status is higher than mine, and I can no longer control him." He's gone, so don't blame me, just do it yourself if you have the ability."

Qingluan Douluo said helplessly: "That's all, let's watch the battle first, and wait until we see Xue'er to talk about the rest."

Zhu Zhuyun listened anxiously for a while, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Guang Ling Douluo was afraid of His Highness's reaction and did not force himself to do anything.

However, the scrap of information still made waves in her heart.

She couldn't help but quietly look at Qingluan Douluo and Guangling Douluo. One looked to be in his early thirties, and the other was just a teenager. They turned out to be two of the seven-person elderly heavenly group. After listening to Lingyuan Douluo's introduction, they seemed to be Ranked third and fifth.

So these two people look young, but are actually old monsters?

The Heavenly Group of Seven represents the seven titled Douluo?

She felt that the water in Wuhun Palace was simply unfathomable. The outside world speculated that they could only have six or seven titled Douluo at most, and definitely not more than ten. This was overestimating them as much as possible.

But in less than a day, she has already seen three of them, and they are all unknown existences outside. If we add the old man's heavenly group, as well as Ju and Ghost Douluo on the surface, His Majesty the Pope has already More than ten, right?

Maybe there is something else that I don't know. The strength of Wuhun Palace is beyond people's imagination.

Zhu Zhuyun was shocked and even more grateful for his choice.

At the same time, she is also paying attention to the person named 'Xue'er', who seems to be the palace empress assigned to His Highness by Wuhun Palace?

And they were going to meet soon, so she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Just as they were talking a few words, Wang Shenmeng and Zhao Wuji had already started fighting.

Wang Shenmeng didn't even use his soul skills. He was afraid that Zhao Wuji would fall as soon as he released his soul skills.

With his soul ring that is at least fifty thousand years old and the strength of his soul skills, any soul skill has unmatched power. Even a titled Douluo must take it seriously. Zhao Wuji is a soul saint. No beating at all.

"Pick me up."

Wang Shenmeng followed the footsteps of the ghost shadow, his figure changed unpredictably, and in an instant he got close to Zhao Wuji, and with one round of right fist, he punched him in the ribs with a single punch.

"You don't even need soul skills? Damn it, you don't take me seriously!"

An angry look appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. His majestic and huge body did not dodge or dodge, but instead thrust his ribs towards the fist. He actually planned to use his physical strength to challenge Wang Shenmeng head-on.

"Hmph, over your own strength!"

Dai Mubai had barely regained his composure at this moment. Apart from being jealous of Wang Shenmeng, he also secretly felt jealous. Seeing that he was overestimating his physical strength compared to Zhao Wuji, he suddenly sneered in his heart.

<divclass="contentadv"> "Teacher Zhao’s martial spirit is the powerful Vajra Bear, which is dominated by strength and defense. It is almost no worse than the White Tiger Spirit. The King of Gods and Dream Butterfly Spirit is indeed magical, but when it comes to strength, , how can he be compared with Xiong Hu?"

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face: "How is this possible?"

boom!

Wang Shenmeng's jade-white fist hit Zhao Wuji's muscular ribs, looking like an egg hitting a stone. The result seemed needless to say.

However, the moment his fist landed on Zhao Wuji, an extremely terrifying force surged from his fist, as if it was not a fist but a meteorite falling from the sky.

Click!

Zhao Wuji, who had strong defense, had his ribs broken under this fist. The severe pain made Zhao Wuji wake up from his anger. His face immediately turned red. He felt that the power in the fist was still not exhausted, and he roared angrily. A voice: "Don't move the Ming King's body!"

The first soul ring under his feet suddenly lit up, and a golden light surrounded him and bounced hard towards Wang Shenmeng.

There was another muffled sound, Wang Shenmeng stood still, but Zhao Wuji himself was thrown four or five feet away by the reaction force and fell to the ground.

"Teacher Zhao, how are you?"

Dai Mubai ran over in panic, lifted Zhao Wuji up with all his strength, and asked in panic.

"It's okay, it's just a broken rib, a minor injury!"

Zhao Wuji shook his head vigorously. The Fudo Ming King Body was still useful. Although it was only a century-old soul skill, under the use of his powerful soul power, it also had extraordinary power. He finally blocked the remaining power of Wang Shenmeng. .

It's just that although his huge body is strong, because it is too heavy, the impact when he falls is also very strong, which makes him look like stars.

Wang Shenmeng put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Zhao Wuji, can you still fight?"

Zhao Wuji pushed Dai Mubai away and said solemnly: "I admit that although I have tried my best to overestimate you, I still underestimate you. But if you want me, Old Zhao, to admit defeat, this strength alone is not enough."

"That's just right, I also want to play for a while!"

Wang Shenmeng laughed and tested his physical strength. After he was convinced that Zhao Wuji was still no match for him, he was ready to test his new creation.

Wang Shenmeng suddenly moved his hands, and there seemed to be an endless torrent gathering in his palms. He could faintly hear the sound of surging water, surging like a huge ocean wave, giving people the illusion of being small and unable to withstand it.

"What kind of trick is this? A self-created soul skill?"

Zhao Wuji's face was extremely solemn. None of the seven soul rings under Wang Shenmeng's feet lit up, but the power gathered in his hands clearly triggered the natural power of heaven and earth, possessing unfathomable divine power.

"The water is overwhelming!"

Wang Shenmeng pushed out with both hands, and a vast ocean suddenly swallowed up Zhao Wuji. The terrifying whirlpool tore at his body, squeezing his bones, as if to smash him into pieces.

"Is this a soul skill created by His Highness?"

Zhu Zhuyun's eyes were also filled with endless ocean, as if she was a small boat in the huge waves. A small wave could break her into pieces.

Light Ling Douluo showed a fearful look and gave a rare reply: "It is said that His Highness's self-created martial arts are similar to soul skills. They have both the power of floods and the power of spirit. The huge waves in front of you are partly real and partly real. It’s an illusion, but to us, it’s no different from real water.”

"Martial arts? What is that?"

Zhu Zhuyun's doubts not only did not decrease, but became more and more numerous.

Wang Shenmeng transported huge waves in his palms, and smiled secretly in his heart. Although his copycat's innate Qiankun Kung was not the same as the original version, its power should not be underestimated.

All these years were not in vain. In addition to cultivating his soul power, he also used the infinite possibilities of dreams to innovate the Xuantian Technique and reach new heights.

The power cultivated by Xuantian Gong is both soul power and internal power. It has similarities with the soul power cultivated by traditional meditation methods, but there are also certain differences. Compared with the pure soul power cultivation method, it is undoubtedly much superior.

Of course, Wang Shenmeng would not waste this advantage. While practicing soul skills, he was also developing the potential of Xuantian Kung Fu.

He used one aspect of Xuantian Kung's martial arts to create some extraordinary powerful martial arts, and combined them with his huge spiritual power, giving his moves a somewhat legendary air of high martial arts and immortal martial arts.

This copycat version of the Xiantian Qiankun Gong was created by him using the authentic Taoist secrets of the Xuantian Gong. It uses internal force, huge mental power and even dreams to transport and transform the natural power of heaven and earth.

This can even materialize the power of yin and yang and the five elements in his dream land of a different space. If time turns the emptiness into reality and turns the different space into a world, then the power of a world can be seen with every move, burning the sky, boiling the sea, and transforming the land. Wei Jiangdu just takes it easy, as long as the world is strong enough, even the gods will retreat.

When Wang Shenmeng gathered the power of Yin Yang and the Five Elements into one body, the power derived from the new version of Xuantian Kung was even more vast, and the martial arts skills were no worse than soul skills, and were even more creative and flexible.

There is no doubt about the power of the water. Wang Shenmeng only used three layers of power to suppress Zhao Wuji firmly. The infinite water power seemed to be there but not there. If it was weak, it could be seen and heard, but it was irrelevant. People seem to be out of reach, as if they are in two worlds.

"The seventh soul skill, the real body of the martial soul!"

"The sixth soul skill, the powerful Vajra Roar!"

Zhao Wuji repeatedly used the most powerful soul skills, roaring like thunder and shaking the earth, but they were all turned invisible by the torrential water power. He was exhausted from the tossing and could not float out of the water.

Wang Shenmeng carefully comprehended the changes. Now, for him, the derived dreamland of different spaces is the fundamental. When one day, this illusory space will be opened up into a real dream world, that will be him. When soaring into the sky.

Before that, he wanted to explore what he wanted to explore by expanding the land of dreams, expanding the elements of space, gradually embodying the power of illusion, and finally turning the imaginary into reality and reality into imaginary, forming a mirror-like existence with the real world outside. path.

Therefore, using Water to the Sky is actually to realize this process. If all the power of water in the entire dream land can be manifested at will, then the goal will be achieved.

"Zhao Wuji, are you convinced?"

As the infinite water power dissipated, everything seemed to be an illusion, and there was no change in the surroundings. Only Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground like a dead dog, wet all over, as if he had been soaked in water for a long time.

"I surrender!"

Zhao Wuji said frustrated.