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Chapter 177 Shadow Power, Lost Horizon [1]

Facing Haotian Douluo, Lan did not dare to hesitate at all. Almost the moment the soul ring rose, the seventh soul ring on his body lit up immediately.

How shining the light of the 100,000-year soul ring was? Everyone present was shocked. Who would have thought that a thirteen-year-old boy had such strength?

The next moment, the entire sky became depressed, as if the end of the world was over, and the entire sky above the Martial Soul Hall suddenly turned into a galaxy scene, giving people an extremely vast feeling.

This is Lan's seventh soul skill, the true body of martial souls, and the magic power transformed into the light of the Milky Way, mobilizing the vast galaxy divine power. All soul rings below the seven rings have all increased to the attack power of the 100,000-year soul ring, and all skills within ten are used unlimitedly.

If the seventh soul ring is a million-year soul ring, then all soul skills below the seventh ring will also be directly upgraded to the attributes of the million-year soul ring, and will also be used unlimitedly within tenths!

"Shadow Power!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the vast Milky Way.

boom----

grey!

The entire sky instantly turned gray, as if the whole world was shrouded in gray. All the soul masters present were in their minds, and the gray eyes were as if they had lost their light. In the roar that could not be described, the soul master below level 70 fainted on the ground.

As if the end of the world was over, all creatures lost their breath, and the entire Pope Palace was instantly destroyed by powerful energy, and at first glance it looked like a deserted desert.

The Haotian Hammer, which was more than a hundred meters in Tang Hao's hand, was originally smashed down, but no one expected that the entire huge hammer head was directly leaning back with Tang Hao's body.

A mouthful of blood spurted out to the sky, Tang Hao looked at the gray sky in disbelief, "This, how is this possible!" Boom!

Suddenly, another deafening roar sounded, and Tang Hao's body instantly dropped toward the ground. In an instant, he fell directly to the ground.

boom!

In an instant, the entire ground boiled, and a height of more than 100 meters was raised. The terrifying sound made everyone deaf in their ears. Soul masters with soul power of no more than level 40 were killed directly by this sound wave.

The moment the seventh soul ring on Lan's body shines, no one knows what happened.

The seven figures rising in the air were stunned in the air. Before they could take action, the arrogant Tang Hao was actually punished by an irresistible force.

"The Spirit Hall, one day, I will definitely come back. Missionary, let's go!"

A red ray of red rose into the sky in the deep pit of more than 100 meters.

In an instant, I felt a sound of breaking through the air just as soon as Tang Hao disappeared and Xiao Wu disappeared.

In the vast Milky Way, Lan slowly walked out, his eyes emitting blood-red light, and his right arm showed a galaxy color.

Pope Bibidong's body fell to the ground, and a flush appeared on his face. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the flush slowly disappeared.

Behind her, in addition to the two titled Douluo, Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo, there were four more people wearing big red robes but with a faint light on their faces blocked by a layer of light. These four people all had white hair, and they were obviously not young.

At this time, a shocking light flashed in the eyes of the seven titled Douluo of the Martial Soul Palace.

Tang Hao's hammer was extremely powerful. Even if their seven titled Douluo only used their own power to resist, they would probably only be four or six.

However,

However, Lan was able to withstand Tang Hao's true martial soul body with his own strength, and even formed absolute suppression. Even Bibidong could not do such strength.

Lan put away his martial soul. When he activated his martial soul's true body just now, he found that Tang Hao's power seemed not to be at its peak level. He seemed to have old diseases. If Tang Hao was in the peak state, he would never be able to do it if he wanted to suppress it just now.

Tang Hao is now at most at the best level as a regular titled Douluo, just a little stronger.

"Do you want to pursue the victory?" Pope Bibidong stretched out his hand and said lightly.

"No need to chase after it." Bibidong said. Over the years, she has been practicing hard and finally reached the level of titled Douluo. The imaginary enemy in her heart is Tang Hao. But when she faces Tang Hao today, she found that although the soul rings are the same, her momentum is far inferior to Tang Hao.

However, when Lan took action, she became a trance. The young man in front of her was so perverted. She had reached the realm of the Soul Saint at the age of thirteen, and every soul ring on her body was the ultimate existence.

It was precisely because of Lan's appearance that she found that the enemy she had always imagined was still too weak, and she would ask Lan to refine her body with her in the future.

Being able to fight such a genius every day will undoubtedly improve your strength and will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Lan walked to Zhu Zhuqing's side, took Cai Wenji from Zhuqing's hand, and transferred the healing ability of Lei Yin armor to Cai Wenji with one thought.

Zhu Zhuqing stood aside and looked at Lan quietly. The man in front of him was so evil. Unexpectedly, Tang San and others were called genius monsters, and it was not worth mentioning in front of Lan.

The gap between geniuses and geniuses is so big, it is really a heaven and a earth.

After a few seconds, Lan retracted his healing ability. Although the healing effect of Lei Yin armor is very obvious, he cannot legend his energy to Cai Wenji at one time. You should know that the healing energy contains his own powerful blood power. If it is transmitted too much at one time, it is very likely to damage Cai Wenji's eight extraordinary meridians.

In addition to the people from the Wuhun Palace, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo also had a look of awe in their eyes. Originally, such words should be used on people older and stronger than themselves, but now they are thinking the same in their hearts. The boy in front of them deserves awe.

Lan hugged Cai Wenji and took Zhu Zhuqing and left directly. As for where they were going, no one knew and did not dare to ask.

"Brother Lan!"

Ning Rongrong's voice suddenly came from behind.

Lan stopped, looked back at Ning Rongrong, and then looked at Jian Douluo again. After all, Jian Douluo had helped him before, and Lan always remembered this kindness in his heart.

A faint smile appeared on Jian Douluo's face, and he nodded slightly, saying hello.

Immediately,

Lan hugged Cai Wenji and left directly with Zhu Zhuqing.

At present, we need to provide Cai Wenji with an extremely comfortable place to rest, and leave the rest to Pope Bibidong.

The huge Pope's Temple turned into a desert in just a few minutes.

There were a few more sad faces on Bibi Dong Qingling's face, so he could only rebuild the Pope Palace.

At this moment, the master suddenly took a step forward and said sincerely, "Dong'er, I actually love you."
Chapter completed!
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