The dragon turtle fighting spirit appears!
It hovered over the main hall, looking down at everyone like a hill, and made an earth-shattering roar. Even though several people present were prepared, they were still caught off guard. The armor on the headband burst, and the whole head almost exploded, and the soul was greatly shocked. impact.
Bai Jie and Yang Hongchang instantly fainted with bleeding from their seven holes.
Bai Woming just covered his head and fell to the ground in pain. He held the giant snail to protect himself from being directly injured.
Shu Yujun was not having a good time either. She squatted on the ground with a distressed look on her face. Holy power appeared faintly between her eyebrows, protecting the impact.
Yang Wu had put on armor early, but it was of no avail. The holy sound penetrated into the divine court, shaking his divine court flowers. If he hadn't been holding the soul-suppressing pot, he would have fallen to the ground like everyone else.
Yang Wu didn't think at all. He yelled: "Soul Suppressing Pot, suppress it!"
The Holy Light of the Soul-Suppressing Pot burst out, instantly draining most of Yang Wu's profound energy. The profound energy in his Dantian almost bottomed out. The Soul-Suppressing Pot became bigger, and the mouth of the pot released a majestic suction force, moving towards the mountain-like mountain. The dragon turtle fighting spirit swallowed it up and went away.
This dragon turtle fighting spirit was extremely powerful. It was not sucked in immediately. It actually swung its claws, and the majestic power enveloped the hall and smashed into the soul-suppressing pot.
The power of the holy power was unpredictable, and Yang Wu's body was unconsciously rolled into a corner. His entire body was shattered by the shock, and blood spat out wildly.
The others also had a hard time, being squeezed into the corner by this force, without any chance of fighting.
"Go to the holy snail!" Bai Woming gritted his teeth and released his giant snail.
This is a sky-swallowing snail that grew as big as the soul-suppressing pot in an instant. The powerful suction force began to suck the dragon turtle's fighting soul, and shared the swallowing dragon turtle's fighting soul with the soul-suppressing pot.
"Holy Sword Kills Souls!" Shu Yujun spat out a mouthful of blood towards the holy sword in his hand. The holy sword seemed to have the Holy Spirit, and he drew it out. The sword's power was shocking, and he slashed at the dragon turtle fighting spirit.
Bai Jie and Yang Hongchang lost consciousness, and the trump cards in their hands were completely useless.
boom!
The claws of the dragon turtle's war soul fell on the soul-suppressing pot, knocking the soul-suppressing pot away directly. However, the soul-suppressing pot is indeed a sacred object that is good at soul-suppressing. The power of the dragon turtle's war soul was drawn into part and absorbed into the pot. .
In the other direction, the sky-swallowing snail exerted its holy power and sucked the dragon turtle's fighting spirit into the mouth of the screw. Just when it was about to absorb the huge fighting soul, the dragon turtle's fighting spirit rushed towards the bullfighting force, causing the swallowing sky to spiral and fly away.
At this moment, the power of the Holy Sword struck at the Dragon Turtle Fighting Spirit. This sword, which was enough to cut off the stars, fell on the Dragon Turtle Fighting Spirit, but it triggered a series of sparks and was completely unable to kill it. Two halves.
This dragon turtle fighting spirit has been condensed into a powerful soul body. It is not an incorporeal body. It is definitely comparable to the real demon saint. Who can conquer it
"My mother, this big guy is so scary!" Yang Wu felt that everything had been miscalculated. He originally thought that if he entered with the soul-suppressing pot, he would be able to subdue the dragon turtle fighting spirit, but now he realized that he was wildly fanciful.
"Let's go quickly and get the demon core on the jade couch, so the dragon turtle fighting spirit will inevitably disappear." Bai Woming's voice rang out.
The next moment, he crawled towards the jade couch.
That's right, he just climbed over. Under Shengwei's attack, he even lost the strength to stand up.
"Seizing the demon core, that is the foundation of the Dragon Turtle's fighting spirit!" Shu Yujun shouted with difficulty, and she also imitated Bai Woming and crawled towards the jade couch.
The holy power was boundless, and it seemed like a huge mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to move forward. Even if they mobilized all their strength, they could not move forward. Their profound energy was completely suppressed, and it was impossible to get rid of it with just physical strength. The pressure of holy power.
"Damn it!" Bai Woming yelled unwillingly, activating his water suppression mark, hoping to move forward with his natural strength, but it still had no effect.
Shu Yujun held her breath, a holy light floated between her eyebrows, and an imperial edict appeared. She spit out blood and fell on the imperial edict. The edict turned into a holy light and floated on her body, trying to lead her towards the jade couch.
The imperial edict indeed contains the will of the Holy Power, and it can resist the power of the Holy Power here.
Shu Yujun flew with the power of the imperial edict, and her face showed joy. Just as she was about to reach the jade chair, a chain of power fell down and hit her.
puff!
Shu Yujun hit the ground, blood spurted out, and he fainted.
If she wasn't possessed by the power of the imperial edict, this power would be enough to make her disappear into ashes.
"It's over!" Bai Woming suddenly lost all confidence when he saw Shu Yujun failed.
Above the palace, the dragon turtle fighting spirit is still strong, fighting fiercely with the soul-suppressing pot, the sky-swallowing snail, and the small holy sword. It has holy light released all over its body, and its claws shoot continuously, and the holy soldiers keep falling in all directions. If it is ordinary The palace has long been destroyed by these forces, but there is a powerful restriction here, and even the holy soldiers cannot break the walls here.
The three holy soldiers are not without merit. They have all been baptized by the power of the saints and are extremely hard. Even if no one controls them, they can still exert amazing power.
The soul-suppressing pot came into play, and soul-suppressing spells appeared one after another, constantly imprinting on the dragon turtle's fighting spirit. It is indeed the most capable of targeting souls among the three holy weapons. Each soul-suppressing spell makes the dragon turtle's fighting spirit extremely powerful. The earth is uncomfortable, its power is reduced, and in the long run it will definitely be suppressed.
The sky-swallowing snail has the potential to swallow the sky, but it cannot swallow the sky-like dragon turtle fighting spirit. It can only swallow the holy power of the dragon turtle fighting spirit to avoid affecting the few people below.
If he hadn't swallowed the sky snail, everyone here would have died.
As for Shu Yujun's little holy sword, it was not a real holy sword, but it also played some role in pulling him back. He slashed at the dragon turtle fighting spirit with one sword, leaving it exhausted to fend off.
But this little holy sword was hit by the dragon turtle fighting spirit, and cracks began to appear on the sword. The second hit, the sword was like a spider web, densely cracked, and the holy sword whined. It was unable to fight anymore. When he was about to retreat, the Dragon Turtle War Spirit spit out holy light, and it was like the force of a torrential river, shattering the holy sword on the spot.
The Soul-Suppressing Pot Soul Curse showed its power and continued to suppress the Dragon Turtle War Spirit. The most powerful attack power of the Dragon Turtle War Spirit was directed towards the Soul-Suppressing Pot. The Soul-Suppressing Pot was knocked away again and again, but it did not suffer any damage. But Lei Zongjun, who was in the pot, was so frightened that he peed.
"Damn it, I haven't gotten out of trouble yet, so I used the soul-suppressing pot to start a war. This is going to shock me to death." Lei Zongjun cried and cursed, and he shouted at Yang Wu: "Master, let me out quickly. Let me out."
Its voice could not be heard at all, and it could only endure the torment of the stormy waves.
Yang Wu is crawling on the ground. Unlike Bai Woming and Shu Yujun, he really relies on his own strength to keep moving forward without any help from the holy power. He is like carrying a mountain, but the mountain cannot hold him down. , he only sees the demon core in front of the jade couch. As long as he captures it, it is equivalent to capturing the dragon turtle fighting spirit.
He is gritting his teeth, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and moving forward slowly like a turtle. His willpower is extremely tenacious, and his physical strength is extremely strong. He has been tempered by Xiao Hei with medicinal liquid to this day. He has also experienced thunder, He has tempered his body with the power of Heart Fire, Xuan Jing Qi, etc., and achieved a dust-free body. Even the body of a heavenly demon may not be able to compete with him, so even if he cannot use his strength, he can still withstand the holy power. Move forward with pressure.
There was a distance of thirty feet between him and the jade couch. Now he climbed within twenty-five feet. The heavenly armor on his body rubbed against the ground, making bursts of "chicking" sounds. He prayed in his heart that no holy power would come towards him. The position falls, otherwise he will just die.
Who knew that it would be better if he didn't pray. When he finished praying, the little holy sword was shattered, and a piece of broken sword splashed on him. The first four layers of heavenly armor were immediately blown to pieces, and the last three layers of heavenly armor were only shattered. It couldn't be broken, but the sword energy broke through the seven layers of heavenly armor and penetrated into his body. He immediately let out a heart-rending voice: "Ah!"
The broken sword energy contained holy power, which almost destroyed his vitality. Fortunately, the fairy energy came into play again, swallowing up the holy power and erasing the crisis of death. The broken sword was stuck in his flesh, and as long as he crawled, he would be killed. He was in agony.
Yang Wu almost fainted from the pain. He took a deep breath and executed the Nine Mysterious Techniques of Taishang to quickly recover from his injuries. When the pain subsided, he did not hesitate to use his mind to put the broken sword in his body into the universe space to prevent it from shattering. The sword inflicted secondary damage on him.
Fortunately, it was Yang Wu who was affected by this. If it had been anyone else, even a young saint in the realm of dragon transformation, they would probably be in trouble.
Yang Wu took a deep breath, poured all his power into the major points of the Barbarian Temple and Fengshen's legs, exploded his two natural potential powers, and crawled with all his strength again.
"This dragon turtle fighting spirit belongs to me!" Yang Wu roared in his heart.
He practices the Dragon Turtle Sea-Climbing Technique and is destined to have a destiny with the Dragon Turtle. This Dragon Turtle War Spirit is full of holy power. If he can obtain the Dragon Turtle Core, it will definitely help him complete the Dragon Turtle Sea-Climbing Art, so he must move forward. , not to mention that with the current situation, they can no longer leave. If they don't advance, they will die.
The Barbarian God's arms were powerful, gripping the hard ground to support his body forward, and the Wind God's legs were also strong. His toes kicked on the ground to help him force himself.
As the power of the dragon turtle's fighting spirit above was swallowed up again and again by the soul-suppressing pot, it weakened a lot. The swallowing snail also blocked the holy power of the dragon turtle's fighting spirit, and little of its power fell to the ground.
Yang Wu was able to speed up. Even though he was not as fast as usual, he was getting closer and closer to the dragon turtle demon core.
Twenty feet!
Fifteen feet!
Ten feet!
…
Yang Wu was moving forward like a spider. His arms and legs were like spider claws. He moved forward with all his strength, his veins were exposed and his finger bones were bleeding. He was unyielding and never stopped.
Seeing that there was only three feet away in front of him, Yang Wu showed joy. Just when he was about to mobilize all his strength to reach the jade couch in one go, the Dragon Turtle War Spirit's eyes dropped. His body felt as if he was being shocked by electric shock, and there were countless mountains on his body. Unable to move forward, he spit out blood again and again, which was extremely scary.
The dragon turtle fighting spirit swooped down quickly.
Roar!