Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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Wind and rain, rain and wind, wind and rain, wind and rain.

The cold night wind, the cold night rain, the murderous intent.

In the original lively lanes, at this time, all that was quiet was wind and rain, and the sound of fighting from time to time. The windows and doors of the surrounding shops and houses were closed, and no one dared to look out and watch.

Yang Ming once again avoided a surprise attack by the surrounding water snake condensed by rain, and at the same time, a mysterious sword in his right hand blocked the birdclaw attack of the deacon of Wuhundian disguised as a grocery store owner.

The bird's claws, smeared with poisonous and faint green, slashed fiercely across the long and narrow knife, rubbing fierce sparks, and making an unpleasant harsh sound like nails rubbing against a blackboard.

The erected yellow pupils showed a trace of coldness. The Deacon of Wuhun Hall used his waist and kicked his right foot in mid-air. The bird claws on his feet pointed directly at Yang Ming's neck.

Yang Ming's eyes moved, and golden ripples rippled behind him. The weapon spirits collected before, the pink cover, the broken blade, the green bamboo, flew out like a bullet, and the speed was even pierced. In the darkness, there was an extremely sharp howling.

The most important thing is that these captured spirits are not just shot out as bullets. Each weapon spirit retains its own abilities.

For example, the pink cover taken from unhappiness, once it is put on the head, it will be controlled by the body.

This Wuhundian deacon had obviously suffered from this loss, and his arms covered with feathers were about to shake, trying to avoid the past.

Yang Ming has sharp eyes and the corner of his eyes has been watching the battle on Bao Bao Bao's side. Seeing that she has not been able to break through the joint blockade of the twelve soul kings, the soul emperor, he secretly anxious.

Once the time drags on for too long, and when the guards of Soto City react, if the Title Douluo receives the news and rushes back from outside the city, he will probably be defeated today.

Immediately, a fierce look flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, without any hesitation.

"Open the door, rest the door, the life door, the wound door, the du door, the king door, open it to me!!"

A surging spirit power suddenly emerged from Yang Ming's body. If you compare the previous spirit power to a gurgling stream, the current spirit power is like the turbulent Yellow River!

Every time Bamen Dunjia opens four, six, seven, and eight doors, there will be a qualitative change.

At the same time, Bamen Dunjia is a skill that tests the basic skills very much. The deeper the accumulated knowledge, the greater the strength gained after opening it.

Yang Ming opened the four doors before, and his spirit power reached the level of more than fifty soul kings, but when he opened the six doors, he barely broke through to the first level of the soul emperor!

Looking at the black-robed man in front of him, his spirit power soared, and the deacon of Wuhun Palace was stunned on the spot!

He obviously doesn't know what to call opening!

At the same time, with the spirit power irrigation of Yang Ming's Soul Emperor level, Yu Jin's strength standing behind Yang Ming also soared. Yu Jin's strength was linked to the spirit power provided by Yang Ming, and he was obviously at the Soul Emperor level.

Yu Jin shouted angrily, his muscled arms waved a long naginata, and the oblique light even cut the rain curtain in half!

Suddenly, let alone the deacon of Wuhundian, it was too late to react. Even Bishop Besca, who had been paying attention here, had wrinkles on his face because he was so surprised, it seemed to be slightly turbulent, like caterpillars squirming. It feels disgusting.

Puff!

The crescent-shaped knife slashed through coldly, and half of the body fell into a rain puddle.Beautiful novel www.meilixs.com

The muddy rain and the hot blood exaggerated the atmosphere of killing here.

Yang Ming's eyes turned, the blood-colored pupils reflected the old face of Bishop Besca, and the three gou jade continued to spin rapidly, almost turning into a certain pattern.

Yang Ming faintly felt that as long as he kills Bishop Besca, his three-hooked jade Shalunyan will evolve into a kaleidoscope Shalunyan!

The right foot slammed on the ground, like an elephant stepping on the ground, leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone floor, and people flew out like a dragon.

Lilianhua!

Halfway through, Yang Ming's black robe stirred up irregular waves, surpassing the speed of sound, causing a series of ghost images behind him, overlapping, true and false.

Among the twelve soul kings who had intercepted Bao Bao Feng, someone immediately performed martial arts soul skills.

However, Yang Ming's speed was too fast, and their soul skills were always empty, and they couldn't hit anyone at all!

Bishop Besca stood quietly in front of the hospital, his crutches in his hand moved forward.

At the same time, the seven spirit rings under his feet spun continuously, blooming in three colors of yellow, purple, and black, which were different from the single release of others. They were like gears in a machine, which were connected as a whole.

The rain puddles under the hospital ladder were called upon, and suddenly gathered together. The solid water surface rose up like a coffin, forming a large water wall ten meters long, three meters wide, and fifteen meters high. Yang Ming must pass the road ahead.

Just like the deformed child who possessed the Martial Spirit of the Earth Wall, Bishop Besca's Martial Spirit was also very strange, it was a Martial Spirit named Bingyu.

At the initial stage of Bingyu's awakening, he didn't have any offensive ability, and even his control ability was general, which could be compared with waste martial arts spirits like Blue Silver Grass.

If it weren’t for the Spirit Hall’s Wisdom Eyes Bead, letting the young Beska enter the Spirit Master Academy specially opened by the Spirit Hall, I’m afraid he would never become a Spirit Master, or even a 78th-level Spirit Saint. Level powerhouse.

Shangshan is as good as water.

The road ahead was blocked by a wall of water, and Yang Ming didn’t care to expose it. He immediately used the spirit power, the King of Flame Demon, to perform a partial transformation. Expanded into a thick flame arm like a load-bearing pillar.

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If you put a hot red soldering iron into the icy water, a large smoke billows out, and the surface of the water wall is like boiling water, and the body is shrunk rapidly.

Yang Ming's martial spirit, Qinglian, the heart of the fire, and the soul skill, the King of Flame Demon, are very recognizable.

For Bishop Besca, who has always cared about Yang Ming's growth, he recognized the true identity of the black-robed man in front of him at a glance. He had always calmly and calmly murky eyes, and his eyes slightly shrank subconsciously.

"Oh it's you!"

"You are not dead yet?"

There was an exclamation, revealing Bishop Beska's previous plot.

Obviously, Bishop Besca has been painstakingly looking for the killer who destroys the main hall of the spirits recently, and has no energy to care about the follow-up. Perhaps in his opinion, the elite team he dispatched at the time instigated the spirit beasts to create a tide of beasts, killing Yang Ming by itself. A sure thing.

Amidst the steaming steam, Yang Ming's figure passed through the wall of water, his eyes bursting with evil blood.

"Today, you will definitely die!"