Chapter 309 Dai Mubai still refuses to give up (first update, 3000, please subscribe!)


Chapter 309 Dai Mubai still refuses to give up (first update, 3000, please subscribe!)

Soul Lord was dead in an instant, Soul Lord resisted for one second longer, and Soul King resisted for two seconds longer.

However, it does not change their fate of being completely eroded by the ultimate power of death.

Soul Emperors are slightly better. The soul power that begins to change from gaseous to liquid state allows them to use soul power to offset the erosion of the body by the ultimate death attribute.

But it’s just a drop in the bucket.

Their strength is still too weak, and they are clearly following in the footsteps of those soul masters.

After Fang Ling opened the Death Domain, he directly activated the Martial Soul Avatar, and the domain was instantly upgraded and fully effective.

The diffuse gray radiance emits a thick gray fog that blocks the senses.

The fog obscured the eyes of the soul master legion, and the visibility was less than fifty centimeters.

The mist condensed as the ultimate power of death corrodes the soul power, corrodes the mental power, and the soul skills released will also be destroyed.

His senses were sealed, and his body was violently eroded by power. He wanted to fight, but he couldn't find the target of the attack.

The person whose senses were blocked first felt anger for a moment, but under the ashes spreading around his feet, panic followed.

Their hearts are trembling and their livers are shaking. Their first thought is to run, as far as possible!

Even if he betrays the Star Luo Empire, he still has to give up this battle.

However, only Soul Emperors and Soul Saints have this ability.

There was a trapped soul emperor who tried to escape through teleportation. Under the vibrating space, he was shocked to realize that his soul skills had failed.

When he tried again, he was crushed into soul emperor sauce by the constantly vibrating space waves, and even the hardest bones in the human body were shattered into slag.

The Soul Saint wanted to break out of the blockade, but was firmly locked.

Fang Ling's current strength is comparable to that of a peak ninety-seventh level Douluo. These mediocre people cannot break out even if they activate their martial spirit avatar.

The soul saint's soul power that had turned into a liquid state still had enough energy to attack. While resisting the erosion of the ultimate power of death, he released long-range soul skills to bring good luck.

There were a few close calls.

But Fang Ling's eighth soul ring shone brightly, activating the soul skill from the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, the space-time domain.

The field of time and space involves both time and space, and currently there is only one skill, the time system's backtracking.

Fang Ling cannot directly observe time, so it is relatively difficult to develop time skills.

This is not the case with space.

As a being with space perception, his control over space is no weaker than death.

Before, I could only use the Death Scythe to indirectly cut through the world and slash through space.

The existence of the space-time domain allows him to interfere with space to the maximum extent!

This was his independent little world. Fang Ling distorted the space in it, allowing Soul Saint's long-range attacks to fall on his own people.

The people here are not that talented and have no field. They are completely trapped and unable to escape.

If you want to try your luck and beat the Chinese Fang Ling to get out of trouble, then beat your own people!

They recognized their own moves, and after repeated attempts, they were afraid to do so for a while. As a result, the concentrated power of death eroded faster, and their soul power consumption increased dramatically.

In despair, these people are caught in a dilemma.

Fang Ling went to deal with the Eight Ring Soul Douluo.

This is a Contra from the White Tiger clan, and Dai Mubai received support from the emperor.

He was the commander of a soul master legion. Although his soul power was far less powerful than Fang Ling's, he was no longer weak.

He also has a lot of power and knowledge in the country.

Bai Hu recognized the field, his eyes were horrified, and he could instantly experience all the special effects by simply trying it.

Eight hundred-thousand-year-old soul rings are really unbelievable. Even if I exhaust my brain, I would never imagine that anyone could have such a configuration.

Coupled with the fact that this was almost equivalent to a super domain combining multiple soul skills, he immediately understood that he had offended someone he shouldn't have.

Damn it, how could there be such a strong person in this world!

Is there any royal law? Is there any heavenly principle?

White Tiger Soul Douluo thought that he had a strong memory, but he searched all the memories in his brain and found that they were not even recorded in ancient books!

God damn it, this bastard Dai Mubai really tricked me to death.

White Tiger Soul Douluo angrily scolded Dai Mubai for this piece of shit. He had already made a decision in his heart. If he could go back, he would immediately impeach Dai Mubai with all his strength.

Maintaining his martial soul true form, he shouted loudly: "Fang Ling, I surrender in this battle, let me go!"

White Tiger Soul Douluo was reluctant to give up his rights. He was only seventy years old and had the possibility of advancing to the title Douluo. He did not want to die just like that.

Next to him is the Soul Saint of the Nether Civet Clan. The two have a close relationship. At first glance, they look like a couple who can use the Nether White Tiger, a martial soul fusion skill.

Fang Ling appeared in front of them, with no emotion in his cold eyes:

"All the soul masters below the Soul Emperor have fallen. The Soul Emperor is struggling and the Soul Saint is resisting in vain. Deal with you so that I can clean them up. It's time to hit the road."

There was a hint of pleading in White Tiger Soul Saint's tone, and he complained:

"This battle is all Dai Mubai's fault. The emperor ordered me to provide support. What can I do as a minister?"

"Let us go, and we will never be your enemies."

The Nether Spirit Cat Soul Saint also begged for mercy: "For Zhuqing's sake, let us go."

Fang Ling's eyes flashed with surprise:

"I can tell from your martial spirit that you are a member of Zhuqing's tribe. Who are you to her and what is your relationship with her?"

If he really had any kindness towards Zhuqing, it would not be impossible to let him go. There are enough undead souls, and it doesn't mean he needs to be just like her.

Nether Spirit Cat Soul Saint: "I am her clansman."

Fang Ling: "Is it just a clan member? How is the relationship? Have you ever been kind to Zhuqing?"

There are so many people in the clan, but this person has no relatives, which means he is not closely related.

But since he dared to speak, he might be grateful to Zhuqing.

Her soul saint nodded hurriedly: "I will escort Zhuqing when she goes to the Tiandou Empire. I was her teacher in cultivation."

A ray of spiritual power appeared in Zhuqing's mind, and after a simple inquiry, it was confirmed.

Fang Ling controlled the mist to spread out and released the lock on her body: "Okay, then you can go." "What about me? What about me?" White Tiger Soul Douluo was a little anxious.

"You are the main force in this battle, do you still want to live?" Fang Ling's murderous eyes made the Nether Cat Soul Saint choke back his words of help and begging for mercy.

My soul is trembling and screaming in despair. I can't say more, otherwise I will definitely die.

As soon as this idea appeared in her mind, it grew uncontrollably like weeds.

Growing taller and taller made her feel dizzy and frightened.

"Why do you, a genius who is unparalleled in the world and has the qualifications to become a god at level 100, come to embarrass a little person like me?" White Tiger Soul Douluo didn't want to face Fang Ling like this.

When he saw the eight hundred thousand year souls ringing up, he knew that he had absolutely no hope of winning.

"You are no small person." Fang Ling shook his head, "Go on with peace of mind."

But the Nether Spirit Cat Soul Saint, who originally wanted to run away, somehow found the courage and changed his mind after hearing these words.

She never left along the only road, but stood there closely next to White Tiger Contra.

Both of them released their martial souls.

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What appeared in front of Fang Ling was a middle-aged and elderly man with broad shoulders and a broad back, a strong back and a strong waist. His sideburns had begun to turn gray but he was still strong and strong.

Another woman has deep wrinkles on her face, but through her bones, she can still see some of her beauty when she was young.

They stood together hugging each other, and their bodies began to glow.

It was obviously a last ditch effort.

"Is it because of love?" Fang Ling nodded slightly, with a bit of admiration in his heart, "In that case, then I will send you to hell together."

"The Pope has said, life or death, no one can save you."

What appeared in front of Fang Ling again was a huge white tiger.

It has white fur and black stripes, purple eyes, and wings on its back. Its body is like crystal, showing a translucent shape.

With a body length of twenty-five meters, his soul power fluctuation is roughly equivalent to that of a ninety-fourth or fifth-level titled Douluo.

It's a pity that it's nothing to Fang Ling.

The sickle blade of the dying year was wrapped in a purple glow with black star dots, and the fusion of mental power and soul power combat skills also covered the sickle blade in an instant.

The energy flows in the huge tiger, exuding an unstoppable aura of roaring tigers in the mountains and forests.

Unfortunately, the weakness of the energy body is obvious.

Fang Ling flew in the air, slashing at the weak points one after another. A segment of the Netherworld White Tiger's body lacked energy supply and shattered.

In addition to the death skills of Final Slash and Ring Explosion, he used the fastest way to win——

The third soul ring flashed continuously, teleporting around the white tiger, and used spell-breaking blades and spiritual combat skills to dismember it.

At the same time, Fang Ling occasionally distorted space and deflected the attacks from his teammates onto the Netherworld White Tiger.

There has never been a head-on collision, and the power of death completely covered the Nether White Tiger, and then firmly adhered to it, eroding it.

Fang Ling's proactive attack caused a severe loss of their soul power.

The last fierce blow directly cut off the head of the Netherworld White Tiger.

The Nether White Tiger disappeared, and the two figures with exhausted soul power supported each other and barely stood.

"Goodbye, you will see each other again soon."

Fang Ling didn't give any time to reminisce, and slashed down the sickle, killing both of them instantly.

Their souls were absorbed into the realm of the dead, and they gradually began to transform into the dead.

The same was true for other soul saints. Fang Ling followed suit and killed five in total.

After killing everyone except Dai Mubai, the domain was closed.

All the gray mist transformed by the ultimate power of death was withdrawn, and the scene in the domain could finally be seen by people outside.

What everyone saw was an empty venue. The only one in the middle of the venue who was trembling with fear was Dai Mubai.

There were no corpses, no severed limbs, just ashes eroded by death scattered on the ground.

"How, how is it possible!"

Dai Mubai's voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes were trembling, and his spirit was severely damaged.

Seeing this scene, his legs weakened, the white tiger's power completely disappeared, the martial soul's possession was passively released, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Full of confidence, he arrived with an army of three thousand soul masters, and even a titled Douluo-level Netherworld White Tiger.

So many soul masters were defeated by Fang Ling's domain in one fell swoop.

This is three thousand!

"Why is it impossible? You are defeated. I will show mercy and let you go. Just retreat." Fang Ling saw his timidity immediately and waved his hand.

He gained a lot of points and was in a good mood.

The eight bright red 100,000-year-old soul rings were still spinning slowly, making him look like a supreme, majestic god.

To everyone's surprise, Dai Mubai did not accept this kind offer. Instead, his eyes were bloodshot and he roared an order:

"No, I don't believe you don't have any consumption!"

"The whole army attacks, kill Fang Ling, kill the enemies of the empire!"

(End of chapter)

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