Chương 52: Inescapable karma! Seeking Wounds, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, retreated.
Teleportation, because it's too extraordinary, consumes a lot of soul power.
The most crucial thing is that as a replicated skill, it's like a knockoff product.
Ye Yang is greatly restricted - he can only use it once a day!
But even so, he doesn't hesitate to choose to use the replicated opportunity to make it his third soul skill.
Previously, he didn't find a good opportunity.
The only instant chance would be a waste if he could only kill one opponent.
At this moment, Ye Yang, with his Blackm Jiao Martial Spirit Avatar and the ghostly Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, teleports under the huge divine sword.
Suddenly, the effect is surprisingly good!
Splurt!
The huge body of the Black Jiao is easily split open by the giant divine sword, from the back of the head to the spine, the entire vertebral bone is sliced open!
Immediately, the holy and dazzling divine light illuminates Ye Yang's head, shining on the ghostly Hundred Ghosts Night Walk transformed by the ghostly Martial Spirit.
Just like a snowman thrown into scorching molten iron, it melts instantly!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Both the Black Jiao and the ghostly Martial Spirit let out screams of terror, instantly suffering fatal injuries.
Qian Xunji's full-force attack, even for Ye Yang, requires careful response.
These two Douluos, even though their combat power can barely match ordinary Title Douluos, are still far from enough.
The Black Jiao is slightly weaker. After the scream, its body convulses and is killed with a single sword!
As for the ghostly Martial Spirit, it instantly dissolves more than half, leaving only a trace and escapes back to the body.
Their formidable strength also weakens the power of the divine sword to some extent.
Using their own weapon against them.
"Bloody Claw!"
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Yang's two front legs strike the divine sword with all their might.
Crack!
A burst of explosive sound erupts.
Ye Yang's two front legs are cut off more than half by the divine sword, and blood gushes out!
The massive divine sword also shatters with a crack.
Spu!
Qian Xunji, who had been supporting himself, let out this terrifying strike.
At this moment, he is hit by the backlash again, spewing a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper, and his aura feeble.
"Super Blue Silver Overlord Spear!"
However, Ye Yang doesn't pursue his advantage but turns around and thrusts with his most domineering strike!
The spear made of soul bone, combined with the soul skill, Super Blue Silver Overlord Spear!
Chrysanthemum Douluo was already going to retract his ninth soul skill.
Suddenly seeing the situation reversed and facing an even more terrifying Super Blue Silver Overlord Spear than before, he trembles with fear and cold sweat breaks out on his back.
"Chrysanthemum's End!"
He roars, and the ninth soul skill that had already been displayed is forcefully activated again using a secret method.
The golden chrysanthemum petals that had gathered into a golden river instantly ignite, emitting a golden-red blaze.
Burning the Martial Spirit, this is the same self-destructive method as the ghostly Martial Spirit being destroyed by divine light just now.
If it weren't for a life-threatening situation, Chrysanthemum Douluo would never use this move in his lifetime.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face also instantly turns as pale as paper.
The golden river of flames rumbles and explodes one after another, becoming shorter and shorter.
In the end, it all disappears.
Chrysanthemum Douluo spits out a mouthful of blood, his Martial Spirit is destroyed, and he also suffers a terrible backlash.
He doesn't have time to consider much and turns around to escape in panic.
Splurt!
He flees in a hurry, blood spraying.
"Old Ghost! Run!"
He shouts, willing to forget even the Pope Qian Xunji, but he can't forget his old comrade, Ghostly Martial Spirit.
Even the angry shout of Pope Qian Xunji, he ignores.
Ye Yang furrows his eyebrows, and naturally, he can pursue and attack while winning.
But doing so would let Qian Xunji go.
Qian Xunji is already at level 95, and has fused with two pieces of Angelic Set soul bone, and he is also the Pope.
In Ye Yang's analysis, the greater threat was to himself.
Both Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were heavily injured, and the questions of their recovery and how long it would take to recover remained.
Especially for Ghost Douluo, he still had to overcome the huge hurdle of the Title Douluo level.
Only then could he display the Fusion Soul Skill with Chrysanthemum Douluo, the Two Extremes Stagnation Domain.
Furthermore, as long as he knew about this soul skill, he could be prepared in advance.
Even if he were to fight them in the future, they wouldn't be able to easily restrict him.
On the other hand, if he didn't kill Qianxunji, it would cause endless trouble!
In the air, he moved as if on flat ground, with his six spider legs running through the air, rushing towards Qianxunji who was also spurting blood.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, how dare you!"
Qianxunji became enraged as he watched the retreating Yueguan.
But he didn't have time to think much, and he also turned and fled.
Actually, the reason for his anger was that Chrysanthemum Douluo was running ahead of him, making him even more dangerous.
Qianxunji had exhausted too much and experienced severe backlash. The six-winged angel Martial Spirit behind him was on the verge of dissipating.
However, as he passed over a certain area on the ground, he suddenly dove down and grabbed the 87th level Soul Douluo who had lost his legs.
This Soul Douluo, seeing the sudden reversal of the situation and the Pope appearing so high above him, also fled miserably.
He was also terrified.
Originally, he thought he was doomed to die.
But at this critical moment, the Pope still came to his rescue, and he was instantly grateful.
"Thank you, Your Holiness!"
His voice was choked with emotion. Truly, it's in times of trouble that one's true friends are revealed.
The Pope, who usually looked down on the life and death of his subordinates, actually had kindness deep within his heart.
"I'll help you stop the bleeding!"
Qianxunji flew back into the sky and said in a deep voice.
He infused some of his recently recovered soul power into the body of the Soul Douluo.
"My bleeding has already stopped..."
The Soul Douluo was even more moved but also somewhat puzzled.
But he didn't have time to say more as Qianxunji's overwhelming soul power surged into his body.
However, instead of entering his legs, it entered his lower abdomen's dantian.
The two different soul powers intertwined, instantly causing an explosion like dropping cold water into a hot oil pan.
"Your Holiness, you..."
He finally realized that something was wrong and exclaimed in shock.
"Go, it is your honor to dedicate yourself to the Martial Soul Hall. It's your glory!"
Qianxunji's cold voice rang in his ears.
Immediately, his body was violently thrown behind by Qianxunji, hurtling towards the approaching Ye Yang.
Ye Yang had initially planned to extend his front legs to tear him apart.
But suddenly sensing the unstable and terrifying energy, he quickly stopped and descended.
At the same time, he used his Eight Spider Lances to block the roots.
Boom!
After the 87th level Soul Douluo's soul power merged with Qianxunji's soul power, and under his urging, it exploded with a loud bang.
This strike was comparable to a full-force attack from a Title Douluo.
If it were during his peak state, Ye Yang wouldn't have cared.
But at this moment, he was also covered in wounds.
He was hit by the tremendous impact, crashed into the ground, and sank half a meter into the mud.
Crack!
The Eight Spider Lances on his body were nearly at their limit.
Even the two front legs that were broken halfway also shattered on the left side.
Qianxunji, likewise, once again coughed up blood.
He was pushed forward by this force, flying dozens of meters away.
He turned his head, slightly slowed down, and stared fixedly at Ye Yang.
If this Blue Silver Grass was severely injured and dying, then he and the Martial Soul Hall would still have hope!
However, Ye Yang, lying in the large pit, despite his weakened aura, also fixed his gaze on him.
Ye Yang didn't have eyes, but he had an unyielding will and spirit that firmly locked onto Qianxunji.
Qianxunji hesitated for a moment, glanced at the distant fleeing Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and finally gave up.
He didn't dare to gamble anymore.
If he continued to gamble, losing would mean losing his own life.
He flapped his six wings, flew higher and higher, and quickly disappeared from sight.
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