Douluo Dalu: Attacking to Loot Attribute - Chapter 177: : Wuhun Evolution, Black Dragon Stick
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With Chen Feng’s strength, it is really not difficult to want to leave, but the opportunity for Wuhun evolution is right in front of him, and he is really unwilling to let him leave like this.
“Quick decision.”
Chen Feng quickly made a decision, no matter what, today he will explode the Panlong Cudgel Martial Spirit.
However, before Chen Feng could move, Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo had already attacked. Two Coiling Dragon sticks, one left and one right, one up and down, the movements were not only fast, but also perfectly coordinated. The light of the third spirit ring was released, and the whole long stick expanded several times.
Chen Feng took a deep breath, and a pair of tiger claws greeted the two dragon sticks.
There was a muffled sound, and the surging energy swept away around the three of them. The ground under the feet of the three of them appeared like a spider web crack. Then the three of them stepped back a few steps, leaving a deep Footprints.
The true age of Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo was over one hundred and twenty years old, and they had always been inseparable, and their tacit understanding did not require any communication at all.
Suddenly, the disc in Jiangmo Douluo’s hand spun like a windmill, and the golden dragon on the disc dragon seemed to come alive. With the sound of dragons, it turned into a huge golden ring and went straight to Chen Feng. Come.
At this moment Qianjun Douluo suddenly rose into the air from behind Jiang Mo Douluo, with the Coiling Dragon Stick in his hand without any fancy, and headed towards Chen Feng.
The eighth spirit ring of the same position that lit up on the two of them, when they moved up and down, the two of them cooperated so wonderfully, that terrifying spirit power dropped from the sky as if they were torn down. If they were really hit by them, it would be Chen Feng’s. The strength of the body will definitely be seriously injured.
Zhu Zhuqing’s eyes were full of worries, and now it was too late for her to perform martial arts fusion skills with Chen Feng in the past.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Chen Feng didn’t have a solemn expression on his face. Instead, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, standing still without any movement.
“Tian Ming golden body.”
Just when the two Coiling Dragon sticks were about to hit him, a burst of dark golden light burst out of his body, and the whole person became like a pouring of gold and iron.
when–
The two Coiling Dragon sticks slammed into Chen Feng’s body, making a crisp sound of gold and iron collision, and then Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo were hit hard and shot backwards.
The Tianming Golden Body is used to deal with spirit owners such as Coiling Dragon Stick and Clear Sky Hammer, but it is very useful.
When he was dealing with the Tianming Tiger, he was restrained by the Tianming Golden Body, and could only take a roundabout way of fighting, exhausting the number of times the Tianming Golden Body, before killing the Tianming Tiger.
The arms of Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo trembled, their mouths cracked, and they almost couldn’t hold the Panlong stick in their hands.
They didn’t know that Chen Feng had a spirit ability like Tianming’s golden body. Just now, the stick used its full strength, but it was back shocked and suffered a bitter fruit.
“Seventh soul ability, Wuhun true body.”
The seventh spirit ring on Chen Feng’s body was shining, his figure grew rapidly, growing dark golden hair, and he turned into a dark golden giant tiger in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo stabilized their bodies, Chen Feng’s huge tiger claws slapped towards them, and the two of them could only resist with the Coiling Dragon stick in their hands in a hurry.
As soon as the two touched, Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo felt a huge force coming, their bodies shot out, and a mouthful of blood spurted from the sky.
A golden ball of light burst out, and Chen Feng’s heart was ecstatic when he saw the golden ball of light.
“Ding Dong! Detected the Dragon Stick Martial Spirit, and the host’s black gold dragon stick Martial Spirit, belong to the same type of martial spirit, is it fusion?” The voice of the system machinery sounded in Chen Feng’s ears.
“Fusion!”
Chen Feng muttered silently in his heart, and the golden attribute light ball suddenly turned into a stream of light, submerged into his body, and merged into the black gold dragon-patterned martial spirit.
Suddenly, the spirit of the black gold dragon stick martial arts changed, and the dragon pattern on it slowly solidified and turned into a black dragon, and the original black gold became more profound.
“Ding Dong, congratulations on the evolution of the host’s spirit, the black gold dragon stick spirit has evolved into the black dragon stick spirit.” The voice of the system machinery rang in Chen Feng’s ears again.
Chen Feng’s eyes burst out, and the black dragon stick spirit is already at the same level as the **** tiger spirit. Although it is not as good as the **** tiger spirit, it is definitely better than the clear sky hammer.
Just as Chen Feng was immersed in joy, a figure quietly appeared between him, Qianjun Douluo and Jiang Mo Douluo.
That was an old man in gray. Although Chen Feng had never seen him before, he knew the identity of the other party, the great worship of Wuhun Hall, Qian Renxue’s grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
There wasn’t a trace of spirit power fluctuation on the opponent’s body, but he sensed the danger from the opponent’s body. Only Qian Daoliu could feel this way in the entire Wuhun Hall.
After seeing this figure, Chen Xin behind Ning Fengzhi’s body suddenly became stronger.
His father died in the hands of Qian Daoliu. Although his father told him not to take revenge before his death, he always wanted to defeat Qian Daoliu and fulfill his father’s long-cherished wish.
Many people can perceive the changes in Chen Xin’s body, but Qian Daoliu seems to be unaware, staring at Chen Feng with flat eyes, no one knows what he is thinking.
Chen Feng didn’t speak either, but he wasn’t very worried. Even if he couldn’t beat Qian Daoliu, but he wanted to run away, Qian Daoliu couldn’t keep him.
For a while, the Papal Palace became very quiet.
But soon, Qian Daoliu broke the tranquility and said faintly: “You are outstanding. You are the best soul master I have ever seen. If you are willing to join the Hall of Souls, I can promise Xiaoxue to you.”
Chen Feng is still in the state of Wuhun real body, uttering words, and smiling: “The Pope has already mentioned this condition before, but my family does not allow me to join any power.”
“Although you are Xiao Xue’er’s grandfather, it is best for her to decide the matter of marriage. If she is unwilling to force her, it will only be a tragedy.”
Qian Daoliu smiled and said, “Xiaoxue is my granddaughter, and I know her mind clearly. Maybe she didn’t realize it, she already likes you.”
Chen Feng said in surprise: “Are you deciding that you are joking?”
Qian Daoliu said: “Xiaoxue is excellent, so she is a little arrogant. Only someone better than her can enter her heart. So far, you are the only one.”
Chen Feng said: “It is impossible for me to join the Wuhun Hall.”
Qian Daoliu sighed: “If that’s the case, then I can only keep you and let your family lead people.”
As soon as the voice fell, a ray of brilliant golden light bloomed from the center of his eyebrows and instantly spread to his whole body, appearing on him one by one, eight black and one red.
His hair also turned into shining brilliant gold, each one glowing, two pairs of wings spread out from behind, and a huge phantom with an invisible face appeared behind his body, only more than his body. With a pair of wings.
“The same title Douluo, I’m afraid I can’t even stop him with a single move.” Dugu Bo felt Qian Daoliu’s momentum, and a look of depression appeared on his face.
“This old guy, if you want to defeat him, I’m afraid it is only possible to become a god.” Bibi Dong’s hand holding the scepter tightened a little, even if she could exert her full strength, she would not be Qian Daoliu’s opponent.