Chapter 131 Tang Wulin, let me fall in love with you.

"it is good."

Moon looked tired and agreed to the request.

As soon as these words came out, all the strong men present breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of excitement appeared between the brows of the "Evil Eye Tyrant Overlord".

In the center of the arena, the dark moon gradually dissipated.

The darkness that filled the sky was also penetrated by the dazzling holy light, and Zhang Lexuan's dark moon domain disappeared.

Zhang Lexuan's beautiful and elegant face suddenly flushed with an abnormal blush as her strange purple eyes stared at Tang Wulin on the field. She looked at him as if she was staring at a work of art.

Then the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord had an idea and whispered to the Death Messenger who was almost frightened to death, "Try to force Tang Wulin as much as possible, and it would be best if you kill him. If you succeed, you will have a place in my kingdom of God."

Upon hearing this, the messenger of death suddenly showed a burst of ecstasy.

The breathing gradually became heavier.

There was a greedy gleam in the eyes of the Death Messenger, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at Tang Wulin who was standing opposite him.

Tang Wulin's expression was dull.

I just felt that in the depths of the sea of ​​​​spirituality, a bloody dragon was roaring and shouting to tear apart the enemies in front of it.

He turned his head to look at Moon who had already arrived at the spectator seats, and Ma Xiaotao who was wrapped in the power of light and wailing in front of him.

Anger grows unchecked in the brain.

The dragon scales attached to its body had transformed into dazzling golden scales at some point, but the golden scales were no longer as bright as before.

Between the cracks, thick drops of blood filled with desire for destruction continued to surge.

Blood drops fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.

Tang Wulin's cheek was reflected on it, and there was only a scaleless blood dragon with its bloody mouth wide open. It stuck out its tongue, grinned wantonly, and was ready to break out of the boundary at any time.

There is no doubt that the world has come to this point today.

He has an unshirkable responsibility for his time travel.

Ma Xiaotao is plotted by the Holy Spirit Sect to become an evil soul master
Tang Wulin's cheeks twitched. Although he showed no expression, everyone present could feel the suppressed madness.

Kill them!

This is the only thought in Tang Wulin's mind right now!
"Wulin."

suddenly.

The soft touch surges from the fingertips, and there is also the comfort from deep in the blood.

Wang Dong'er stood beside him, her pink-blue eyes gleaming with tears.

She grasped Tang Wulin's hand, pursed her red lips, and said softly: "You need to calm down, we will all help you."

A hint of clarity flashed across Tang Wulin's eyes.

He turned around and looked at his fellow Shrek Academy members behind him.

Beibei, Xu Sanshi, Xiaoxiao, Ling Luochen, Dai Yaoheng and Dong'er.

Then what was reflected in his eyes was the evil soul master Ma Xiaotao.

Tang Wulin's expression was cold and hard.

He pulled out his dragon claws from Wang Dong'er's soft palms, "No need, you guys go down, I'll deal with them."

"what!"

"Wulin, what are you talking about?"

"Oh my god, Tang Wulin is going to deal with the remaining six members alone?"

"..."

At this moment, all the mortal spectators in the stands had been stunned by the spirit power of the Titled Douluo of the Star Luo Empire, so only they and a few strong men from the college teams were left in this battle.

Wang Xian'er and the master of the Xingluo Empire's Worship Hall looked at this boy with extraordinary potential with curiosity.

The guy hiding in the Holy Spirit Academy is a Soul Saint.

How could this little fellow with the cultivation level of Soul Master possibly kill them?
On the field, unexpectedly, Wang Donger, who cared about Tang Wulin the most, spoke up.

She took a deep look at Tang Wulin's handsome profile and said, "Okay, let's go down."

Wang Dong'er didn't say much and was the first to jump off the field.

Her beautiful eyes looked straight at Tang Wulin.

Of course, she understood that hidden behind that cold and hard look was actually fear. Tang Wulin was afraid that something unexpected would happen to his companions again.

Wang Dong'er also understood that Tang Wulin was a smart and stubborn man.

Since he did this, he would definitely be able to win the game and avenge Ma Xiaotao.

Everyone at Shrek refused in unison, not wanting Tang Wulin to face this group of vicious evil soul masters alone.

However, under Tang Wulin's insistence and Moon's persuasion.

Dai Yuheng and the others walked towards Shrek's rest area under the protection of Tiansha Douluo.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of Titled Douluo-level masters, the most prestigious soul master competition in the continent's history is about to begin!
The six messengers of death stood side by side, with fierce momentum and bursting out with a strong will to survive.

Only by killing Tang Wulin can they have a chance of survival!
Opposite them, Tang Wulin was like a silent statue. Thick bloody liquid fell to the ground, and the Emperor Sword touched the ground. The terrifying aura of destruction had even spread over it.

The dazzling golden dragon scales of the past are now filled with madness.

"start."

With a roar from Tiansha Douluo Huang Jinxu, the second round of battle began again.

Breath of the soul!

Giant tongue whip!

The Skeleton King's Reign!

……

Blade of Death!

In an instant, black soul rings rose up into the sky, and soul power exploded with a muffled groan.

Except for the abomination that was defeated to the ground, the other six people used their strongest spirit skills in an attempt to kill Tang Wulin with one blow.

The breath of death was in the air, as if the entire arena was being pulled to the edge of the abyss.

With such a terrifying attack, even a Soul Saint would be devoured in an instant!

However, a jaw-dropping scene occurred.

Tang Wulin actually came running towards them with a huge sword in his hand, his inky black hair dancing wildly in the air.

He actually chose not to dodge or evade!

"Buzz!"

At the moment when those evil spirit skills came into contact with Tang Wulin's bloody dragon body, the giant sword in his palm burst out with unimaginable brilliance.

Snow Dance in the Ice Realm!
The extremely cold air spread to the entire arena in the blink of an eye, and the icy mist was like an ice dragon that devoured those soul skills.

The Deathbringer sweatdropped.

He tried desperately to see the scene in the ice fog, but the Snow Dance Extreme Ice Domain had the effect of blocking his perception.

"Boom!" The next moment, the sound of soul power exploding was heard.

Hit?
In response to the Death Messenger's golden spear that shot out from the ice mist, the dragon shadow roared, and there was another golden dragon roar!
“Swoosh—bang!”

The golden spear was as sharp as a meteor chasing the moon, unstoppable, and pierced straight through the brain-eating beast Jili.

Without even a scream, the huge potential energy nailed the man to the stone wall at the edge of the stadium, with his limbs hanging to the ground and his head drooping, like a dead dog.

The tip of the gun pierced into the head and the fire of life was extinguished suddenly.

Skull shattered.

Something mixed with blood and yellow flowed out from the broken wall.

Just die.

That’s the Soul Emperor!

This is the voice of all the Titled Douluo present.

This is not the end yet. The golden spear was like a vampire, and Jili's body turned into a mummy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood was surging on the surface of the golden spear.

"Impossible!" Yan Feng was terrified. They had never expected that Tang Wulin's counterattack would be so swift and deadly.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

In the icy fog, accompanied by subtle but dense cracking sounds, the ice began to spread, the ground of the stadium cracked, the cold air invaded every inch of land, and tiny ice flowers appeared under the feet of the messengers of death, restricting their movements.

"Come!"

Tang Wulin's voice slowly emerged from the icy mist, and the golden spear was summoned back to his raised hand.

The messenger of death looked intently.

Tang Wulin was not in a good condition at the moment. The black flame of the Death Blade was burning his dragon scales, especially the left half of his face. The wound was horrifying, and the white bones were exposed.

It wasn't easy for him to withstand those spirit skills just now.

only.
Amid the evil soul masters' disbelieving eyes, the moment Tang Wulin grasped the golden spear.

The blood is boiling.

The heart of life beats again.

The injury that had penetrated deep into his bone marrow was healed in an instant.

Golden Dragon Spear!

Gu Yuena no longer had the indifferent expression she had before. She slightly opened her red lips, unable to hide the surprise on her face.

Those violet eyes stared straight at Tang Wulin.

How could the Golden Dragon Spear also be in Tang Wulin's hands? That was the rib of the Golden Dragon King and had never been separated by anyone before.

What was originally clear became even more confusing as Tang Wulin revealed his cards.

How much of the Golden Dragon King do you possess?

Tang Wulin, let me fall in love with you.

Gu Yuena's lips curled up, and an unprecedented excitement appeared on her face.

On the battlefield, Tang Wulin carried the Emperor Sword and held the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand, just like Zhao Zilong at Changbanpo, and he broke up the evil soul masters' positions with unstoppable force.

The Golden Dragon Spear is the exclusive weapon of the Golden Dragon King, a blood energy amplifier. Tang Wulin himself is already on the verge of transforming into a blood dragon. His eyes are becoming increasingly crazy, he is lacking rationality, and his blood energy is surging. Coupled with the Golden Dragon Spear, under this kind of amplification, no evil soul master on the field can compete with him head-on!
Being touched by the Golden Dragon Spear would mean being pierced through and losing all blood.

One against five, Tang Wulin managed to gain the upper hand.

But just when Yan Feng had finally dodged the attack from the Golden Dragon Spear, a huge force suddenly surged from behind him, along with a cold breath of death.

"Yan Feng, we will remember your sacrifice!"

The messenger of death who had been lurking behind Yan Feng for a long time attacked fiercely, laughed, and pushed him to the tip of the golden dragon spear.

"Pfft!"

The tip of the gun entered the body.

Yan Feng looked crazy, and seemed to want to curse something.

But the thick aura of death had already penetrated into his limbs and bones, causing him to shut his mouth.

Tang Wulin's heart trembled, and his rationality recovered a little.

Looking up at the messenger of death, although he couldn't see his face under the black cloth, Tang Wulin knew very well that he was definitely smiling.

"Seventh soul skill, the true form of the god of death!"

"Tang Wulin, go to hell."

The crazy voice of the messenger of death sounded, and the seventh soul ring with blood-red light brewing under his feet exploded!

Yan Feng, who was still on the Golden Dragon Spear, suddenly became like a blown-up balloon. His flesh and blood expanded, and the aura of death leaked out. The balloon-like corpse stuck to Tang Wulin like plasticine.

"court death!"

Moon frowned and wanted to take action.

But suddenly, a heavy voice came from his ears, forcibly stopping Moon.

Things that touched the hearts of countless people off the field continued to happen.

The messenger of death laughed wildly, and the bodies of other teammates turned into flesh and blood bombs like Yan Feng.

The preparation just now was to inject his soul power into the body of his fellow evil soul master!

Even the huge mass of abomination on the ground moved.

He raised his hands.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” The messenger of death clapped his hands together, his pupils about to burst.

Desperately squeezing out every inch of soul power in the body.

Tang Wulin struggled. The soul powers of the six Soul Kings stuck together. The aura of death invaded him crazily, making it impossible for him to escape in a short time.

It was just like the scene when Pain used Chibaku Tensei.

The flesh and blood bomb with the aura of death was suspended in the air, and the huge sphere almost blocked all the sunlight on the field.

“Successful, hahahaha!!”

The Death Messenger was bent over, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, a smile on his lips.

He stretched out his left hand, and the next moment, he was about to clench his fist into the air.

Detonate death.

However, at this moment, a sense of destructive pressure swept across the entire arena.

On the huge sphere of flesh and blood bomb, a blood-red eye slowly opened.

Gu Yuena had a serious expression.

He murmured, "The beast is out of the cage."

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