In an instant, the nine soul rings on Tang Hao's body shattered at the same time!
The violent energy erupted like a volcano, and the deep red Clear Sky Hammer swelled up in the wind, transforming into a giant hammer that pierced the sky and the earth!
"The north wind blows and the sky and earth are dark!"
A strong wind suddenly arose, and the sky and the earth lost their color!
"A leaf in the middle of the river with a ray of light in the sky!"
The shadow of the hammer is like a natural moat, tearing the sky apart!
"Haotian's fame spreads across the vast wilderness!"
The terrifying shock wave swept in all directions, and mountains collapsed!
"The Eternal Sumeru Ten Thousand Souls Peak!!!"
The final blow was like a god or demon descending to the earth, smashing down with a loud bang!
——
"No! Retreat!!!" Ghost Douluo screamed.
But it's too late!
The deep red Clear Sky Hammer fell to the ground like a meteorite, smashing heavily on the defenses of the nine Titled Douluo!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Nine figures flew backwards like kites with broken strings, blood gushing out!
——
Qianxunji's pupils shrank in the distance, and the six-winged angel martial spirit's true body exploded, barely blocking the aftermath. He stared at the front -
The smoke and dust cleared, Tang Hao knelt on one knee, and the Clear Sky Hammer was deeply inserted into the ground.
He was bleeding from all seven orifices, but he still held his head high and looked at Qianxunji with a grim smile:
"Qianxunji...you...can't kill me!"
——
Right at this moment!
A black shadow suddenly attacked Tang Hao from the side!
Xiao Wuye!
His Soul Devouring Chain wrapped around Tang Hao's neck like a venomous snake, and the system prompt sounded wildly in his mind:
[A person of great luck has been detected! Devouring...]
"Tang Hao's luck... is mine!"
A hint of scarlet flashed in the depths of Xiao Wuye's pupils.
(God is helping me!)
He felt the soul power surging in his body, and the Soul Devouring Chain trembled restlessly in his palm.
Tang Hao's attack just now was earth-shattering, but at this moment it became his perfect opportunity - the eight Titled Douluo were all seriously injured, and even Qian Xunji's six-winged angel dimmed a little.
(This madman... can actually burst out such power.)
Xiao Wuye licked his dry lips and glanced at the people lying on the ground.
Ju Douluo's golden robe was soaked with blood, Ghost Douluo's shadowy body was looming, and Demon Bear Douluo couldn't even maintain his spirit body.
(But now...)
The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.
(These will all become my nourishment!)
"Ninth Soul Skill!" Xiao Wuye suddenly jumped up, and the ancient runes on the Soul Devouring Chain suddenly lit up with a dazzling blood light, "Soul Devouring Heavenly Net!"
Crash——
Countless pitch-black chains grew like living things, instantly interweaving into a giant net that blocked out the sky and the sun.
Each chain is wrapped with strange blood-colored patterns, emitting a creepy devouring power.
"Xiao Wuye you...!" Ghost Douluo was the first to react, but it was too late.
The Soul-Devouring Chain wrapped around the necks of the eight elders like a poisonous snake, while the chain at the other end tightly bound the dying Tang Hao.
What's even more terrifying is that these chains are frantically draining their soul power and vitality!
"I'm sorry, everyone." Xiao Wuye's smile gradually twisted, "I will gladly accept your cultivation."
His luck plundering system is running wildly:
[Multiple high-level soul masters detected]
[Begin to devour...]
[Estimated system upgrade time: 3 minutes]
(Soon...soon...)
"Ninth soul skill."
Qianxunji's voice suddenly sounded.
Xiao Wuye's smile froze on his face.
The figure who should have been exhausted slowly stood up, and the Pope's robe moved without wind.
The shadow of the six-winged angel suddenly unfolded behind him - how could he look weak at all?
The dazzling golden light gathered at the top of the Angel Holy Sword, so bright that people could not open their eyes.
"Glory to the Angels!"
call out--
A golden beam of light less than an inch in diameter broke through the air.
The light was so pure that even the air was ionized and emitted a lavender glow wherever it passed.
Xiao Wuye had no time to react and only felt a chill in his chest.
"How... is it possible..."
He looked down at his chest.
A hole the size of a bowl runs through the front and back, and the flesh at the edges appears to be strangely crystallized.
The Soul Devouring Chain broke bit by bit, and the system alarm sounded sharply in my mind:
[Warning! The host's vital signs are declining sharply]
[The system is forcibly disengaging...]
[3...2...1...]
"I'm obviously... the protagonist..." Xiao Wuye staggered back, his pupils beginning to dilate, "How could it be..."
Qianxunji walked over slowly, and the holy sword tapped the ground with a crisp sound: "The protagonist will also die because of talking too much."
He looked down at the traverser who was kneeling on the ground, "Besides...what kind of protagonist are you?"
Xiao Wuye's body began to turn into points of light and dissipated.
[bite--]
[Successfully killed the time traveler Xiao Wuye (owner of the Luck Plundering System)]
[Reward: Damaged Martial Spirit Origin Repair (Permanent)]
Qianxunji's pupils contracted slightly.
This seemingly simple reward is exactly what he needs most at the moment.
After the battle with Tang Hao, the origin of the six-winged angel's martial spirit was damaged, like a cracked divine sword. No matter how hard he practiced, he could not break through the shackles of level ninety.
finally...
He felt the warmth surging through his body, a tingling sensation that came from deep within his soul.
The six-winged angel martial spirit slowly spread its wings in the sea of spirit, and the originally dim golden light was becoming brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.
[Repair progress: 17%...39%...64%...]
Every inch of the martial soul meridian is being reorganized, and every hidden injury is healing.
Qianxunji closed his eyes and looked inward. He could see that the origins of his martial souls that had been shattered by the Clear Sky Hammer were now being gently wrapped in mysterious golden energy, like frozen soil caressed by a spring breeze, regaining new vitality.
"Your Holiness?" Ju Douluo covered his chest and looked at Qian Xunji, who suddenly stopped moving, in doubt and surprise.
Suddenly, a holy golden light appeared around the Pope, and the shadows of six angel wings slowly unfolded behind him - more solid and dazzling than ever before.
[Repair completed]
[Current martial spirit status: perfect]
[The shackles of soul power have been lifted]
Qianxunji suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.
He subconsciously clenched the Angel's Holy Sword, and his soul power surged outward uncontrollably, shattering all the surrounding rubble into powder.
Not only that, he could also clearly feel that the quality of his soul power was purer than before he was injured.
If the soul power before was like a turbid stream mixed with impurities, it is now like a clear spring in a mountain stream, flowing smoothly.
"Congratulations to His Holiness the Pope for recovering his strength!" Ghost Douluo was the first to react and knelt on one knee.
The other elders also saluted, but there was a hint of suspicion in their eyes - they had witnessed Xiao Wuye's betrayal with their own eyes, and they had also seen Qian Xunji's unfathomable methods.
Qian Xunji nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the half-kneeling Tang Hao, and then looked at the baby in his arms.
Next...it's your turn.
Time traveler Tang San!
Qian Xunji slowly approached Tang Hao who was half-kneeling on the ground. The holy light of the six-winged angel enveloped the entire battlefield.
His voice was cold and majestic:
"Tang Hao, hand over Tang San, and I can let you die more quickly."