Within the scope of the Sea of Dead Souls, the power of all Wang Xiaolei's soul skills will be greatly enhanced, and he also has the terrifying ability to nourish the resentful spirits and regenerate them.
Evil soul masters who can represent the Holy Spirit Cult are all talented and powerful, and Wang Xiaolei is no exception.
At this time, Yuan Gungun had approached to a place less than twenty meters away from Wang Xiaolei. He waved his right hand, and a golden light gathered in his hand, instantly forming a huge golden claw, heading towards Wang Xiaolei grabbed it.
However, when this golden claw of light entered the scope of the Sea of Death, a strange change suddenly occurred.
Purple black light surges. The claws of light were instantly covered with a layer of purple-black.
Although the power of destroying evil tried its best to fight against these purple-black creatures, when it came to the front of the death guard, it still disappeared as if it melted.
Only a piece of light mist that has turned into purple-black is left, impacting the death guard.
Wang Xiaolei made an up and down rhythmic gesture with his hands at the same time. At this time, he could not care about the consumption of his soul power.
I saw layers of evil ice instantly rising from the sea of death, rushing towards Yuan Gungun like a stormy sea.
Yuan Gungun snorted coldly, his third soul ring shining brightly. It is the fury of thunder.
Huge golden snake electricity burst out around his body. At the same time, the tip of his left foot touched the ground, and his body rushed forward like an arrow into the Sea of Death.
Although the Sea of Death is only ten meters in diameter, Wang Xiaolei has already retreated to the other edge.
But get into it. Yuan Gungun suddenly felt a chill all over his body. The shrill roar of the resentful spirit made his soul unstable.
As if he was about to escape from his body.
The evil frost crazily invaded his body. Wanting to freeze his body and soul.
Yuan Gungun's speed indeed slowed down all of a sudden.
The thunder and lightning on his body were fighting against the evil frost rapidly. But he also fell into a difficult situation.
A burst of bone-chilling laughter burst out from deep in Wang Xiaolei's throat, like a crow crowing in a silent night, so sharp and harsh that it made people's scalp numb.
"Quack! Idiot, your biggest mistake is to enter my sea of death. Enjoy the taste of death!"
Wang Xiaolei's voice was full of joking and cruelty, as if I have seen the tragic situation of Yuan Gungun being tortured to death by him.
He suddenly raised his hands, and a powerful force burst out of his body, like a volcano erupting.
Accompanied by waves of nauseating stench, countless purple-black springs centered on his body and spread crazily around, quickly covering the entire sea of the dead.
These springs are not ordinary liquids, but are condensed from the pure breath of death, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression, as if they are dragging everything in the world into the endless abyss.
The terrifying aura of death was like a flood that broke a bank, carrying the power of destroying everything. It rushed towards Yuan Gungun hysterically, trying to swallow him completely.
Wang Xiaolei once used this move to kill two powerful soul saints at the same time. Their souls were imprisoned by him in the whip of death and became part of his power.
At this moment, Wang Xiaolei seemed to have foreseen Yuan Gungun's ending. He seemed to see Yuan Gungun being torn apart by his powerful power. His soul full of light and evil-breaking power was devoured and conquered by his own whip of death, becoming him. part of the power.
By then, his Death Whip will become even more powerful, and perhaps, he will no longer be afraid even in the face of attacks with light attributes.
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaolei's excitement and anticipation became even greater. He stared at Yuan Gungun greedily, as if he was admiring a piece of art that was about to be destroyed by him.
He was convinced that Yuan Gungun had no power to resist in the face of his own death and withering away.
Then he saw Yuan Gungun smiling, a cold and arrogant smile, as if mocking his self-righteousness.
Today's gloomy clouds are simply a good situation for the evil soul masters. Especially for Wang Xiaolei.
If it is a sunny day, his strength will be greatly reduced.
I can’t even represent the team and can only serve as a substitute.
At this time, he firmly believed that he was powerful. He seemed to have seen Yuan Gungun become part of his death whip.
As a powerful evil soul master, Wang Xiaolei has strong judgment ability.
He could clearly judge that the power of the Bright Titan previously displayed by Yuan Gungun could not be used continuously.
It has been used once in two battles. If he wants to use it again, he must at least rest for a while.
Without the terrifying power of the Light Titan, his sixth soul skill is death and withering rising in the sea of dead souls, his fourth soul skill.
What is he blocking?
Yuan Gungun's eyes seemed to turn into a bottomless abyss at this moment. Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling Wang Xiaolei's throat, making him almost breathless. Angry.
The fire of his own soul, which was originally burning peacefully, was now like a candle in the strong wind, beating violently, as if it would go out at any moment.
However, just when Wang Xiaolei thought that Yuan Gungun would sink in this fear, he saw a creepy sneer slowly blooming at the corner of Yuan Gungun's mouth.
It was a cold and arrogant smile, a disdainful smile, as if everything was under his control.
Wang Xiaolei's heart was full of doubts. Why could Yuan Gungun, a guy who always treated others gently, show such a confident smile when facing such strong pressure?
As if he had seen through the doubts in Wang Xiaolei's heart, Yuan Gungun's eyes became extremely sharp, like two sharp swords, piercing Wang Xiaolei's heart.
"Fear? What is that?" Yuan Gungun's voice was low and powerful, like thunder, exploding in Wang Xiaolei's ears, "I, Yuan Gungun, am never afraid of any challenge!"
Yes! , Wang Xiaolei remembered, Yuan Gungun, this seemingly gentle guy, actually hides an extremely powerful heart in his bones! He is always proud towards his enemies and always invincible!
The persistence in his heart and his overwhelming aura are his true source of strength and the essence of his dominance over the world!
If fear appears in his heart, why should he control this destructive power? How can he become the master of this continent?
Yuan Gungun's body sank slightly, like a cheetah ready to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.
His legs were slightly bent, as if his whole body was curled up together, accumulating strong strength. At the same time, a black halo rose from his feet, spread quickly, and enveloped the entire competition stage.
Then, strong golden light burst out from him, like the rising sun, illuminating the whole world.
"Ang——" A long and loud whistle burst out from Yuan Gungun's mouth and resounded through the sky.
At this moment, the huge light Titan, with the power to destroy the world, suddenly crashed into Yuan Gungun's body. Yuan Gungun's whole body was seen covered by a thick layer of golden armor, wrapping his whole body tightly.
The next moment, his entire body turned into a golden bolt of lightning, which shot out at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.
Although Yuan Gungun still maintained his human form in the light and shadow of the bright titan, at this time, he felt like a real bright titan, full of violent and powerful power.
As the Titan of Light surged forward, it began to rotate at high speed. The golden light burned like a flame, reflecting the entire competition stage into a golden ocean.
Then, it turned into a huge golden cannonball, appeared out of thin air, and shot towards Wang Xiaolei with the momentum of destroying everything. It was like a spinning top, with unparalleled impact, completely destroying everything in sight.
“Face the storm!” Yuan Gungun’s voice, like an oracle from the nine heavens, echoed in Wang Xiaolei’s ears.
On the ground of the competition stage, a bright storm with a diameter of thirty meters appeared. This storm completely surrounded the originally menacing Sea of Death and strangled it crazily. At the center of the storm was the huge figure suspended proudly, exuding suffocating pressure.
Within this storm, a powerful momentum surged out crazily, as if it was going to tear the entire world apart. The terrifying suction force rushed towards Wang Xiaolei crazily, trying to swallow him completely.
Compared with Wang Xiaolei, who had evil and terrifying soul skills, the soul skills Yuan Gungun displayed at this time looked so dazzling and full of sacred and inviolable aura.
At this time, Wang Xiaolei was shocked to find that he could do nothing.
An indescribable fear, like a tide, instantly overwhelmed him. The death and decay and the sea of death have even escaped his control. He only feels that his soul is being pulled and torn apart by an invisible force, as if it is going to lead him into the endless abyss.
Compared with Wang Xiaolei, who had evil and terrifying soul skills, the soul skills Yuan Gungun displayed at this time looked so dazzling.
At this time, Wang Xiaolei was shocked to find that he could do nothing. An indescribable fear filled his mind.
Death and the Sea of Death have even escaped his control, and he only feels as if his soul is sublimating.
Everything around me turned into a golden mist.
Countless roars sounded, like ancient beasts roaring.
"Roar——!" The roar roared out again.
The speed of the storm's rotation accelerated again, three times faster than before.
The terrifying tearing force kept cutting Wang Xiaolei's body.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
A series of roars exploded on the competition stage. In just three blows, the death guard on Wang Xiaolei's body was shattered.
Bupo Douluo Zheng Zhan had already reacted and wanted to go to the rescue.
However, the golden halo on the ground suddenly burst into bright light, and a huge golden storm with a diameter of thirty meters instantly rose into the sky.
Even Zheng Zhan was unable to rush into it at this moment. When he hit the golden storm, his whole body was surrounded by golden lightning. Although he used the defensive soul guide to resist, But still struggling.
And this golden color lasted for less than two seconds, then flourished and then slowly dissipated.
Wang Xiaolei’s body disappeared. His disappearance was even more silent compared to the previous auspiciousness. No one even saw how he disappeared.
The huge golden storm was wiped out, and his people naturally disappeared. Not even a bit of dirty scum was left.
The whole place fell into silence again. Yuan Gungun used his strong performance to kill two six-ring soul emperor evil soul masters.
At this time, no one dares to look down on Yuan Gungun.
Yuan Gungun appeared in the center of the fading golden storm. His face was a little pale, but he still stood very straight, especially his back.
Whether it was his rapid breathing or his somewhat unhealthy expression, it did not affect the persistence in his eyes.
Won, yes, he won again. Two consecutive games, killing two people in a row. He prefers to let all the audience cheer and applaud him.
Although every soul emperor can use the fifth and sixth soul skills, it is unprecedented for someone like him to consume so much in using them.
Yuan Gungun stood there, his chest rising and falling slightly, trying to calm his raging breathing.
His eyes slowly swept across the entire venue, finally stopping at the Holy Spirit Sect’s waiting area. He slowly raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and pointed at Tang Ya, who was sitting in the front row.
Tang Ya was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, but was startled by his sudden move and stood up suddenly. A trace of anger flashed in her deep eyes, and she met Yuan Gungun's eyes in the air through the slowly falling soul shield.
Although her face was covered by a wide black cloak, her sharp eyes were like sharp blades, piercing Yuan Gungun's heart.
Yuan Gungun met her gaze and did not flinch at all. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a provocative smile.
He slowly lowered his arms, turned around, and walked towards the center of the playing field with steady steps. His face was as calm as water, with no emotional fluctuations visible.
Arrived in front of Bupo Douluo Zheng Zhan, Yuan Gungun took out the bottle from the storage soul guide, skillfully poured in the potion to restore soul power, stood there quietly, and began to restore the consumed soul force.
Tang Ya turned around slightly and elegantly cast her gaze in the direction of the rest area. Her eyes met with Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng. The shock in Zhang Peng's eyes faded like a tide, replaced by a touch of imperceptible fear.
Just now, Yuan Gungun burst out with astonishing power, releasing a golden storm that was like doomsday. At that moment, Zhang Peng truly felt the threat of death.
Fear was like a tarsal maggot, deeply imprinted in his mind and lingering. Fortunately, this boy is still very immature and his power has not yet reached its peak.
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Zhang Peng's eyes. He nodded vigorously, indicating that Tang Ya could start. Tang Ya nodded slightly to express her understanding. (End of this chapter)